Never was my difficulty to motivate more evident than when I had a book to write in six weeks. Alongside my day job, I had around 2,000 words to write daily to ensure I met my target of 70-80,000, and to be quite frank I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to do it.
When some friends of mine, women I hold in really high esteem personally and professionally, would speak to me about the life-changing effects their Life Coaches had caused, I would roll my eyes at the revered tones they’d use.
I am presenting The Back-Up Plan book to you so happily. It’s not just a story for those who’ve been through divorce or single parenting, but for anyone whose life hasn’t quite gone the way they’ve expected, whose happily ever after has not manifested.
I used to think I was allergic to crafting with the kids. The sheer glimpse of an errant few specks of glitter, the loom bands clogging up the Dyson, a small child’s hand mushing together multiple colours of modelling clay into a sludgy brown… it’s enough to give me heart-stopping anxiety.
When Elfie was diagnosed with a chronic health condition, one thing that struck me was how much sheer admin is involved: we spend so much time ping-ponging between GPs, Consultants, clinics and pharmacies that you need to possess the diary management skills of an Executive-level PA to keep up with it all.
Despite knowing it could be part and parcel of child-bearing, hair loss was just never on my radar. I really wasn’t prepared for mine to start falling out in massive chunks, that’s for sure.
I never ever expected a break-up to make me feel so devastated. I’m thirty-two years old and have my shit otherwise held pretty tightly together, so having my romantic life shake my core so thoroughly has been a huge shock. But heartbreak does not discriminate.
It’s been 6 years in the making, but my online shop has finally arrived! And to celebrate I’m giving away a tshirt bundle, worth £40.
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