weekdays with maureen

I am no longer the Queen of my Castle, dear reader! I am now sharing my little studio and it gives me such a fuzzy glow. My new roommate is fellow author and lovely friend, Maureen McCarthy. Those of you who are writers might be popeyed at the very thought of sharing. But yes we share our space and also we share our time; side by side we write. We have a clear rule about chatter —we don’t. Except in breaks and in the morning when we arrive and down in Cam’s café etc. Apart from that the rule is definitely working. Between you and me, I am rather in awe of Maureen and always on my best behaviour when we are in the studio together. I do not put my feet on the desk, I avoid eating twisties and playing loud youtube music, and when I have lost the thread of what I am writing, rather than get on the blower and gasbag to Himself, I silently, in a zen-like manner, excuse myself and slip out to take Thinking Time in the convent corridors. I feel ever so virtuous. At this rate I will churn out twenty books a year! Discipline, dear reader, discipline. If you don’t have it, get yourself a roommate—preferably one you admire. One you wish to impress. xx