Today was in fact a classic example of my life and washing. Put three loads on (luckily no socks involved) and then spent over an hour folding and putting away washing from the weekend. My big questions is - where did it all come from? I could have sworn I spent Friday doing exactly the same thing and yet here I am again sorting through more washing. Absent Husband is away (in Florida where washing can be dried instantly on the line), and there still seems to be as much washing as if there were five of us instead of four.
The trouble with being a writer is that you spend alot of time thinking about what you want to write but somehow end up being distracted from it all. Not just with washing, but with life. It is quite distressing to go to hear published authors speak and hear them telling us how they write all day non stop. I wish!
I spent Saturday afternoon in London at the Red House Children's Book awards rubbing shoulders with the likes of Michael Morpurgo, Patrick Ness and Malorie Blackman. (Yes - me - with Michael Morpurgo). I felt like a mad rock chick stalking the authors as they left the podium and tried to make their escape. There is something quite magnificent about seeing well known authors in the flesh and it does make you want to go home and lock yourself away for weeks on end whilst you churn out a best seller. But the truth is as long as there is washing to do and socks to find, it might just take a little longer.
Vanessa xx
Chloe and Michael Morpurgo
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