I consider myself to
be quite an observant person. I've also got a great sense of smell. But the
other day I failed to noticed a soldering iron slowly burning through a plastic
box right beside my desk. I only clocked onto the plume of smoke rising up under my very nose, and the terrible odour of melted plastic, when my husband appeared,
and broke the spell I'd been under. That's what writing does to me. I sink into
it so deeply, it's as if I'm in another dimension.
Just now I resurfaced
from editing a chapter, and discovered my feet were freezing, and my slippers
were on the floor just next to them. I was so concentrated on getting some writing
done, I hadn't noticed my discomfort, or the ridiculously simple solution.
I have my baby to
thank for this new focus. I'm calling myself a stay-at-home-writer-mum. I love
spending so much time with her, and am amazed by how rapidly she's growing and
changing. I'm grateful I don't need to put her into childcare as it would break
my heart, but I still need to write. As well as magazine work, I'm slowly
rewriting my novel and editing The Pregnancy Diaries.
Now Six months old, Baby Sol has two
siestas a day. When her also freelance father is working, those are my two sacred hours for writing. When I feel tired
after an early morning feed, I find my hour of writing gives me energy. I love
it as much as I have ever done. So, though my social media feed suggests I'm now
baby rather than writing obsessed, I am still plugging away on my books, and
look forward to being able to share news of their publication next year!
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