Well it's been an eventful september. I got the book draft in, by the skin of my teeth. And my divorce just got finalised too. If I can just defeat the kids' headlice once and for all too, I'll have overcome some of the biggest challenges of my life.
Obviously some things are too personal for a blog but I'm always in favour of making visible the struggles that people often endure silently. Suffice to say, it's been bleak, bleaker than I ever imagined a marriage could get. And I wholeheartedly don't recommend anyone try to get divorced and write a book at the same time. Although, in the same way that kicking someone in the shin will distract them from a headache, it might be that each has been a welcome distraction from the other, at times.
Most important for me is to mark the occasion, the moment, the beginning of a new era. Begin on a fresh page and start the re-build. I'm lucky in many ways. I'm financially solvent, unlike most women in my position. I've got a house, my kids, my cats, a fulfilling career. I'm not saying don't send gin. Definitely send gin. All the gin. Even though it won't mix with my sertraline. The point is, onwards and upwards. Or at least sideways.
