Today, I have Amy Lynch, author of Bride Without A Groom on my blog. She has gladly agreed to write a little bit of something for us. Hope you enjoy! Over to you, Amy!
Last night, I called my friend Gill for a catch up. We hadn’t seen each other since our dance floor acrobatics in Club 92 last month. It was one of those hilarious girl’s nights where all five friends who have known each other from college days were miraculously all available to meet up. Perhaps the planets had aligned that night - no-one’s child had tonsillitis; no-one’s husband was away on business, leaving them house bound with the kids; no-one’s work schedule clashed, and no-one was tucked up in bed with the flu.
When Gill and I tried to pick a day to meet up, the only option we could come up with was a month away. For her, there was a trip to Chicago, work demands, and a birthday party getting in the way. For me, there was my daughter’s Irish dancing classes, a writing deadline and a trip to London dominating the next few weeks. You see, my life is a bit hectic right now. And not just for me, we are all a little bit like those circus acts who spins plates on sticks.
The trouble is, some days it feels like one of the plates will fall. Of course, it will wobble first, threatening to topple. Then it will come crashing to the ground, smashing into a thousand tiny pieces. The first plate is the part-time day job. Next up is my two young children, accompanied by their homework, school lunchboxes and scraped knees that only mummy’s kisses can fix. Then there’s the hungry husband, the attention starved dogs, the laundry pile, the dirty dishes and the friendships I try to maintain. Oh, yes, and I’m trying my absolute best to pursue my writing dream, and thrash out a best seller. You know, as you do.
Of course, my friends would describe me as a swan – peaceful on the surface, but paddling frantically beneath the water. So, the only thing to do to prevent a complete burn out is to drop one of the plates, and juggle less. It’ll have to be the house. These days, my cleaning philosophy is along the lines of: do the absolute minimum, and then clean frantically before someone comes over to visit.
Besides, it won’t be forever. One day, I’ll be able to pack in the day job, and become a full time writer. How great it will be to drop the kids to school in the morning, and instead of trekking into the office to put in a gruelling eight hours, to simply turn the car around, put a large pot of coffee on, and whip up a few thousand words on the keyboard.
Then, when one of my masterpieces gets turned into a movie, the royalties will roll in, like a tsunami. I’ll be looking hot in something slinky on the red carpet, my husband in a tuxedo, telling the press that he always knew I’d be famous one day. We’ll be living in the lap of luxury, the pesky mortgage a faded memory. The nanny will make sure that the homework is done and the school lunch boxes are packed. The chef will whip up a gourmet meal. The dog walker will take the big shaggy dogs down to the beach for a long run. The maid will scrub the grass stains out of my son’s shorts. It’s my fantasy, I can have as many staff as I want.
Until then, I’ll just have to make do with the twenty four hours in each day, and when someone offers help, say “yes, please!” instead of my usual superwoman impersonator “no, thanks.” Now, I must dash. The smoke alarm has just gone off. This can only mean one thing in our house: the dinner is ready. Thank goodness my husband likes the taste of charcoal!
Bride Without A Groom is out on paperback and eBook now! Get your copy now!
Bride Without A Groom is out on paperback and eBook now! Get your copy now!
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