I’ve had such a wild few days this week, culminating in finding myself at Charleston— a place I’ve longed to visit for so many years.
I’m bone tired. My son is on summer break from his much adored woodland/ farmyard kindy so I have found myself at my busiest moment with work I think I’ve ever been at— with no childcare. I love him more than I can say and being by his side is beautiful in ways I could never have dreamed of but it’s very hard to do anything other than mother him when I’m with him which is totally ok but a wee bit scary with the amount of deadlines on my shoulders. I’m so grateful to have a partner who loves being one on one with our son and who I know is a sensitive, funny, loving parent: a thing that means I am actually able to leave my son and come away alone for events. It was fine travelling all over with he and my partner when he was wee but he is his own person now and he needs to be spending his time with things that he wants to he busy at, not being dragged around literary festivals!
I’m in a funny place just now, really thinking about what I want my writing to look like in the times ahead…touring with one book while desperately trying to grapple with the next. For the first time since I started writing I feel like I’m in a tricky place.
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