My under-nourished child: writing

I’m writing again. After a year of office work fee-earning, a lot of high heels and suits, mind-shredding guilt and doubt, 800 commuting hours and a host of very unexpected experiences, I’m writing. Again. And of course, a bit of writing stuff happened in the last year – one stageplay rewrite, a couple of 1-page TVContinue reading “My under-nourished child: writing”

Writing, kids and all that jazz

No, I am not in Edinburgh, catching all the top acts de nos jours (damn). I am working. Uhuh, as per that list in the previous post. I have one more week left of Daddy DayCare (teacher husband) where I can type all day. The pressure is terrifying. Before marriage, step-kids, baby “etc”, I’d doContinue reading “Writing, kids and all that jazz”