Okay, so it’s not like I have nothing to do, but having an injury has forced me to slow down, to take my time, to rest a little bit, here and there And it’s quite nice.
It’s not nice watching my husband doing all the household chores by himself, and it’s even worse to have to ask colleagues at work to do tasks I should be doing. But I hadn’t appreciated how tiring it would be to do every day things like brushing my teeth and making a cuppa.
Right now, The Clock in My Mother’s House is out for its final proofread, which means no more tinkering from me. Once it’s back, it’ll be ready to upload and then I can get on with the task of advertising it.
Well, to be honest, I can do that now. You can find it on:
More retailers will be added in due course.
Reviewers have their ARCs, bloggers are poised to receive some guest posts, my local bookshop is primed to sell it, and my local library is looking forward to welcoming me in January so I can launch it in person and have a chat about some of the stories in it, which I’m really looking forward to.
It’s probably time to hug a tree, crack open the cider, and watch some rugby!
How do you relax? Are you good at doing nothing or do you have to be doing something?