Two bras

I’d thought I’d waft through the pre-publication weeks, trailing euphoria. Instead I went all nerve-wracked and insomniac. To promote my book, I needed to get myself in the public eye.

BUT WHICH SELF?

Russian Princess

Stevanovich has been away for a few days, which means I can’t communicate with Erik, who is demolishing the conservatory. The two Daves come rushing home from school to join in, and I’d like to have a word with him about health and safety. I also want get him to do something about the wobbly…

The pointy wizard

Awoke to the deafening sound of the ducks, having a huge row down on the pond, which is wide and deep and fringed with bulrushes. I’m here for a week, with the Daves, and three friends, all women, and their children.  I bask in the sun, wondering if my novel will ever get published. Sarah,…

Loom Bands Part Two

It has been very hot and the house has filled with loom bands, small, glowing rings like nuclear worms. I collect them up in jars, screwing the lids on tight, but still they come, covering tables, worktops, floors. Stevanovich got the Daves making bracelets in football colours, to sell at the summer fete in the…

Loom bands

The two Daves are mostly silent these days, or humming to themselves as they wrap small bright elastic bands round their fingers. Loom bands have now been banned from their school (they were proving too much of a “distraction”) but still they weave that elastic into stretchy little bracelets. I’m pleased. Makes a change from…

Meditation or morning pages

I woke up early to do my practice. Crept downstairs, trying to avoid the squeaky floorboards. Didn’t want to wake either Dave, or incur the wrath of the Russian. I drank hot lemon in the sun-flooded back room…  thinking, but what is my practice? Morning pages may have originated in Dorothea Brande’s brilliant Becoming A…

Decisions, decisions

I have a novel I started years and years ago, that I have always meant to return to. It’s about a girl called Garnet, who grows up in a lost wreck of a hippy commune, and leaves at 17, for London, to fulfil her dream of becoming a wealthy prostitute. She spends three nights working…