fortyish australian, lives in terraced house in north london with a 4 year old and a feisty but fading goldfish. reads far too many 'mommyblogs'. misses sunshine and blue skies and twisties. addicted to reading actual books, sleeping and the scent of roses in other people's gardens.
Thanks to Eden over at Fussy, I've signed up for NaBloPoMo (well, I've emailed saying I want in).It makes more sense to me to commit to posting once every day in November than it does to attempt to write an entire novel over the same time period. Must be the perfectionist in me, but I don't want to write a novel unless it's good, and it won't be good if I write it in four weeks.
A.M. Homes' novels. Green Wing - funniest television show ever! This year.* Winter-weight duvets. Secretly planting masses of tulip bulbs, hoping to surprise the poet, who warned that tulips are difficult to grow. **
Not so favourite:
* Against my better judgement, I have a slight crush on Guy. ** Fending off bulb-nibbling squirrels.