The Mother and Daughter Diaries is out and flying off the table at Waterstones. So now, surely, I can at last call myself a fiction writer. But hang on, I seem to be doing everything except write. If I’m not signing the stock in Colchester book shops, I’m writing a blog for Mira (check it out – it’s all about how we slowly turn into our own mothers – aggh) I’ve even spoken to book groups about being a writer, and while I had some interesting evenings out, surely I should have been chained to the laptop instead.

If I’m not careful, I’ll turn into someone who talks about writing, blogs about writing, does interviews about writing but can’t find the time to actually do any.

So I’m off now to finish my next book: Cloudbusting Day, and I’m not going to talk to anyone until it’s done. Although, I do have three radio interviews to do next week…