Spit

Over the past two weeks, if you had happened to glance into our front room past 7pm (and a lot of people do, we live within a tiny cluster of Victorian streets where the main pastime is eyeing up other people’s front rooms) you would have seen a glowing laptop, a pack or two of playing cards and a puzzled expression on my hitherto un-wrinkled brow (P’ha!). No, things haven’t become so bad that I’ve developed an online gambling habit. I have, however, been writing a book about card games and it’s been surprisingly fun. After a few rounds of my new favourite game Spit (see me for the rules) I sent off my manuscript and headed for the next project – a retelling of some classic fairy tales.

It’s weeks like this that I love doing what I do. Next week’s blog post: I’m so tired, why do I do this? Blah blah blah....