It's been almost a year since I've written anything. I handed in my completed script last June and graduated from my Masters in September. In the end I was really happy with it and had planned to make 2012 the year I became less professional EA and more full time writer. The event I didn't foresee was that the day I handed in my script was the evening I decided to take a pregnancy test and The Man and I discovered we were going to be parents in 9 months time. Which brings us to today. More technically it takes us to tomorrow when I'm due to become a Mummy. I don't know why I haven't wanted to write anything in so long. Maybe the film sapped it all out of me. Maybe I've used this pregnancy as one big excuse to avoid thinking too hard. All I know is that when The Little One decides to arrive I'll be ready with lots of stories. Tales of how the stars dangle in the sky and why the moon smiles down on Brighton pier. Or how The Cat goes dancing e
The frenzied scribblings of a wannabe writer masquerading as an Executive Assistant during the hours of daylight.