Truly there just aren’t enough hours in the day to deal with everything that goes on in my head from one moment to another. Forget “everyone has at least 1 book in them” I think I have about 50 stories all fighting to get out and NO TIME!
OK – that’s not strictly true, I have the same time as everyone else, but for some reason I’m too busy writing, to write. What I mean by that, is that I’m so busy writing games (which pay) to write the novels and screenplays I want to put together which, at present, don’t. That isn’t to say I’m not still working on them, but everything has to take a back seat to my main business, which oddly enough isn’t writing, but being a mother.
Being a mother has to be the hardest job on the planet. I never realised just how hard (or appreciated my own mum) until I had kids of my own! I mean, can you ever imagine applying for a job where you are expected to work 24 hours a day with no break, be insulted, screamed, kicked, and shouted at, clean, feed and deal with bodily waste, act like a taxi, keep a constant eye on health and safety, oh… and did I mention the work is unpaid? Mothers must be nuts. (And I count myself among them!)