Naughty me. It appears to have been some time since I last updated this blog.
I do have Genuine Reasons for this, believe me. There is plenty I could have told you, but that belongs to the Other Me, the Me I’m not allowed to mention. The Me who gets the kids to school and ferries them around and works full time (on stuff other than writing, more’s the pity) and tries to juggle a load of balls in the air while maintaining a semblance of creativity and sanity.
It’s been one of the busiest few weeks I can remember, and this blog has been one thing which has had to take a back seat for a while.
It’s a curious thing, this double life. On the one hand, I adore and need the anonymity of my writing, but on the other, I want to scream from the rooftops about all the other things I get up to and how it informs how and what I write.
And then there’s the other side. I can’t go into work and discuss anything related to publishing and writing. If I get good news on an acceptance during the day, I have to conceal my glee and keep it tucked safely inside.
I couldn’t and wouldn’t have it any other way, but it’s strangely tiring. It strikes me that people seeing either side of me may suspect I’m lacking in some way. Nah. That’s just my perception, but I do feel as if I’ve chopped myself up into different portions which I only share with certain groups. Sorry, folks, very few of you get to taste the whole pie!
At least now I have some time on my hands to devote to writing, blogging and shameless self-promotion.
More on that later, for now, cheers m’dears and, if you’re in balmy England like me, enjoy this incredibly weather.