Anyone remember me? I’m the one who disappeared off the face of the earth a few months ago to write my memoir. Well guess what? It’s finished. Well draft one is finished. It was quite a slog, writing most days for the past six months and averaging 5000 words a week but last week I finally typed those magical words, ‘The End.’
I’d thought I’d be elated, thrilled, filled with a sense of achievement but it didn’t end up quite like that. I was in my bedroom, typing away, when ‘yer man’ appeared into the room.
‘How’s it going?’ he asked, at the very minute I realised I’d put the final full stop on the page.
‘I’m finished,’ I said as a huge wave of tears overwhelmed me.
Thankfully, I managed to quell them and arriving downstairs, my four children and yer man had an impromptu celebration ready, which went on into the night and involved singing, dancing and… yes a little alcohol.
Today, I finally parceled it up and had the courage to send it on its way to my wonderful editor Ciara Considine at Hachette Books and to my agent, Faith O Grady from The Lisa Richards Agency. What happens next I’m not sure.
It’s a strange thing to write a memoir. It’s such a me, me, me thing to do, however I have a story to tell and I hope in the not too distant future you will agree with me.
I’ll keep you posted on any further exciting updates but for now I’m going to relax for a few days and enjoy doing very little. Who knows I might even get back to doing a little writing on this here blog and get to catch up on what’s going on in everyone else’s life.