Eight years ago today, I was getting ready to go on what I already hoped would be my last first date. The boy liked Japanese fiction, beer, and obscure bands and the girl liked all of those things, and the boy, too. Online dating and I were on a break. Had reached an impasse. Agreed to disagree. And yet. Two weeks before, I saw this guy. This guy that seemed different to all the other guys. Different because, well, he…
‘Isla, do you like America?’ ‘I love it.’ ‘Mumma used to live here.’ ‘Where? In the toilet?’ We were in the bathroom. Although, she can be sarcastic, too. Not her fault. And I should say Isla and Neil were in the bathroom. I can’t even fit myself in most accessible stalls, let alone go with my kid, so Neil was on bathroom trips while we were in NY. They were in the bathroom and I was enjoying an iced cinnamon…
Seven years is a long time. Since my last post, people have been congratulating me on 7 years here. While I appreciate it, I haven’t really done much with it in all those years. OK, so I got married and had a kid. There’s that. But in terms of ass on seat, tell stories, and keep doing it, there’s been not a lot. I haven’t really done what I originally set out to do, which was connect with other people…
Hello! Picture it: A relaxed but working writer on her laptop in a coffeeshop. Sipping coffee and eating a complicated but delicious sandwich. Inspired by the coffee shop music of various conversations punctuated by random laughter and maybe some tears. Inspired by her coffee and her complicated but delicious sandwich. Setting the scene out the window. Or at the next table. Happily caffeinated and writing words. That writer WAS NOT me. I know I said I’d be blogging throughout the…
We travel down to Edinburgh on Saturday and fly to New York on Sunday. Things have been a little hectic around here, but we are nearly ready to go. I’m looking forward to being on the plane. Planes are where I don’t have to take any phone calls, charge any phones, or answer questions harder than ‘chicken or fish?’ The last time we were on a flight, Isla slept through most of it. She can have the window seat this…
