When people ask how progress is going on my next book, I should show them this photo in my defence. I mean, how can I possibly get any writing done when my desk (the one on the right) is such a mess!
Of course, the real reason for my slow progress on the sequel to Behind the Night Bazaar is the small person in pink featured in this photo. Here she has managed to insert herself between her father’s desk and mine and is banging on the table with a pen whilst singing at full voice. Much as I would love to be writing more (fiction), I also cherish the time I have with her–the classic quandry of a writer and mother.
I don’t usually blog about my daughter but I’m making an exception with this post, partly because it’s unrealistic to write about being a writer without occasional reference to life as a mother; and partly in honour of her recent first birthday. Happy Birthday, gorgeous girl!