From my parents’ front window I watched my Scottish ‘uncle’ pull up at the front of the house and catapult himself out of his car. Cantering over the doorstep, he was already telling his first story, as his wife (who was ten years his junior) ran behind him trying to keep up.
My Fijian ‘aunties’ and ‘uncles’ followed. The aunties were weighed down with huge pots of curry, the uncles wore their bula print shirts – the colours so loud they were practically neon. Every uncle brought a spare shirt for my dad. (He still has a drawer full of them. They no longer fit.)
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I had been stuck writing a synopsis for three months. THREE MONTHS. It’d taken me as long to write my synopsis for my first book as it took me to write the first half of my second book.
I spoke to my writer neighbour about writing a book synopsis when I first started to tackle it. My neighbour has written several books and lives in my lane. We often meet on the beach while walking our dogs or watching our kids surf. (I had to get that in there. My kids have only had two surfing lessons so far but as a London Mum my heart has a little party every time I say, ‘watching my kids surf!’)
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The Second Lockdown in Vietnam
The second lockdown in Vietnam was a tough one. I’ve always written a diary during difficult times but since I started writing my book two and a half years ago I’ve taken to witting down all my difficult feelings. It helps me see on paper what’s going on in my head. Invariably I then read back over it, find out what is going on for me and write myself a list!
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