I had my photo taken for a magazine this morning -- for a Valentine’s Day article. I ducked out and had my hair blow-dried first because I've learned that it's more important to look glamorous than to have a clean house. Well, it is, isn't it?
But then I scrambled around madly trying to tidy my office. Not a pleasant task when I’m less than a fortnight away from deadline and important notes and bits of vital “stuff’ are scattered all over my office floor, the couch, desk, printer... you get the picture…
And we didn’t do the shoot in there anyhow – as often happens. But as I had guests for lunch yesterday, the rest of the house was in presentation mode and our lovely guests had even brought me flowers which made the place look beautiful and I haven't taken the Christmas tree down yet, so everything looked OK. Phew!!
(Actually, I've been using the keep your house clean in fifteen minutes a day theory and it really works!!!)
Now the photographer’s gone and I’m all glamorous with my hair done, make up on, jewellery (even earrings) and Elliot is away, so I can’t persuade him to take me out to lunch!
Perhaps that’s just as well. I have to get back to proofreading Needed: Her Mr. Right, Book #2 in the Secrets We Keep Trilogy, which I wrote in conjunction with Liz Fielding and Jackie Braun.
And then I must press on with my WIP, which is currently called The Cattleman and the English Bridesmaid, so you can have a bit of a guess what that’s about.
I am loving writing Sophie and Mark’s story, but I have to do something really terrible to them very soon and they’re going to be devastated and I’m almost crying already at the thought.
It’s a weird life being a writer.