Holy hiatus—that was a long one! Apologies, folks.
When my son, Noah, arrived in May, everything else had to take a backseat while I learnt to navigate the turbulent waters of new motherhood.
Almost five months in, and I’m happy to report that we’ll all still alive. Noah is—fingers crossed—out of the sleep regression phase and sleeping through the night again. We have some semblance of a routine in place. And now I’m getting more sleep, I feel like I’m finally getting my shit together again. Things are good.
I gave up my day job as a school librarian extraordinaire to stay home with Noah full-time, basically exchanging one kind of wrangling for another. I love it.
My plan was to take time off to focus on Noah’s infancy, then get serious about writing again only when I was ready.
To be honest, though, I’ve been eager to get back on the writing train for months now. Since July, I’ve been trying to find a balance between book and baby—and it’s bloody hard sometimes. Totally worth it, though.
This is the life I always dreamed of, and I’ll be damned if I won’t do everything in my power to make it work.
Of course, being Noah’s mum comes first. Always. But once he’s asleep, my book gets all my attention.
As ever, It’s a work-in-progress.
I’m thrilled to be back, and taking my writing life by the horns again. Right now I’m working on a super detailed scene-by-scene outline for TIMEKEEPER, in preparation for NANOWRIMO next month. Because, you know, I’m crazy.