A while back, I have been asked to join a small team of writers for the new Babycentre.co.uk blog. The blog went live this week, and I am chuffed to be part of this. So, in case you just can’t get enough of Metropolitan Mum, you can now also find me here.
We are a family of Piston Heads. The husband loves nothing more than getting some oil underneath his finger nails (Goodwood Revival is his favourite day of the year), little L can’t wait until her legs are long enough to touch the pedals and another member of the family notoriously votes for the bigger engine, […]
The main reason why I so far attended BritMums live every single year (even when it was called ‘Lunch at the Rainforest Café’ and only counted 34 attendees three years ago) is its social aspect. The longer I blog, the more blog friends become real life friends – and of course I wouldn’t miss the […]
Nobody starts a blog with the explicit goal to make real life friends. You don’t really set up a blog and follow other blogs you like, thinking ‘one day this woman and I will be having coffee together, crying tears of laughter into our lunches’. That would be slightly creepy. However, if you stick to […]
For someone who has blogged for more than three years now, I am positively unexcited by anything new in social media. Of course, I love the immediateness of Twitter and keeping in touch with people on Facebook – I even post the occasional thing on Google+. But nothing had the potential to really rock my […]
I am still here, down in France, trying to get a dubious little USB stick (how can anything that goes by the name dongle be taken seriously, let alone WORK?!) to provide me with Internet. HAHA. I have been sold the wrong thing for my Mac, having been ill informed by a shop assistant who […]
The past few weeks have been oddly exhausting. Not because of what has happened; rather because of what could have happened. It’s all good news (or potentially none at all), but still, being kept in limbo for weeks, depending on a multitude of other people to make it happen (or not) has been wearing me […]
It’s bloody hard. There is no other way to put it, looking for an agent/publisher is one of the most painful and frustrating things I have put myself through so far. Because writing the novel has been fairly easy, I naively thought that getting it published would be too. HA!
I write like Ernest Hemingway. Says website I write. Their innovative and technologically advanced analysis tool evaluates your writing style and gives a pretty *coughs* accurate account of which famous writer you are comparable to. Ernest and me. Like two peas in a pod. Apart from my liking for rum cola, I am having a hard time figuring […]
Can you spot the difference? I have had a complete and total makeover. What do you think? PS: Excuse the recent absence, I have been busy revising the book and scanning the market for underemployed agents. Normal service shall be resumed shortly.