You'll Write About Me One Day
the birth of a novel
It’s a rainy August day in the early 2000s. We’re on holiday in the cottage at Boskenna, trying to entertain our two small children while a sea mist presses down on us, preventing a trip to the beach. I’ve been up since six - my turn to keep the kids entertained while my husband has a lie-in. Another glance at my watch confirms my fears that it is not y…
