I’ve decided I’m gonna be a bit freer on this here blog. I’m feeling a bit more isolated than usual these days and I feel like I need to connect/write/talk more. Truth is, I don’t get out as much as I used to. Skye is often CLOSED or some shit. I sign up for things out of the house that are canceled. For reasons. Like I’m the only one interested. I get very excited when my PAs arrive in the…
On Tuesday, when I picked Isla up from nursery, she hugged my lap as she sometimes does. ‘I MISSED you, Mummy.’ ‘Really?’ I asked. She’s a Daddy’s girl, see. I am obviously still questioning every bit of affection she doles out. To me. ‘Yeah,’ she said ‘Did someone pay you to say that?’ ‘Uhm. No.’ When I’m happy, my eyes kinda crinkle up until you can’t see them. Like Isla’s. Because, y’know, I’m her mother. I did a little dance…
I’d lost track of how long I’ve been at this blogging thing. But WordPress told me last week. I’ve been writing at Gin & Lemonade for six years. Well. That makes me want to apologise that my last post before this was a muddy puddle. But I won’t, because y’know, cute kid. Someone asked me recently how I was doing. ‘Yeah, she’s two.’ ‘I know,’ said my friend, in Edinburgh, on the phone, in a building where I used to…
If we were having coffee, we’d be hiding in the kitchen while Isla counts the balls in her ball pit and Neil plays the shit out of Isla’s toy guitar. You’d be convincing me that I can write a mystery on a wharf including a dog collar for NYC Midnight’s Flash Fiction Challenge. While I do feel better about this assignment than the Short Story Challenge, it would seem that the only story elements I can work with these days…
