School finished at 2.00 today, and I didn’ t have to pick up the Fecklet until 5.30, so I had three hours to work on revisions, and I’m 1/3 of the way through typing the changes in. I also wrote a scene where the heroine reads aloud the subtitles of a film about Danish wife-swappers.
I’m very proud of the following line, which I think sums up the entire book quite neatly:
If you couldn’t accept unpleasant truths about yourself when you were up the duff from an anonymous one night stand, when could you?
The Fecklet made a Father’s Day card today with my wonderful childminder, of which I am inordinately proud, although his actual contribution consisted of having his feet painted with red paint and then pressed against a piece of paper while he sat and sucked on a rattle. I can see already that I am going to be the type of parent who has her child’s artwork up all over the house.
To bed. Again.
A budding artist who is training a budding collector. That sounds fine to me! The fridge will be a good startup gallery, as you both develop. Can you work that into a book somewhere?