Not quite Carrie Bradshaw…
It’s nice to be back. I had a break over the summer hols but now I shall be back sharing my
experiences with you on a monthly basis. Feel free to add comments below or contact me via my social media. So now back to the writing (and the rest).
I strive to be a real life Carrie Bradshaw. I want to spend my days looking fashionably chic,
meeting friends for coffee and then sitting intently at my writing table working on a short story, poem or my next novel. Trouble is, real life gets in the way …
1. My own Mr Big
Seriously, I have my own Big. My friends even think he looks like him. My dear OH of the past twenty-five years is supportive of my writing, to a point. That is as long as it doesn’t interfere with anything else. Protests of ‘I’m working,’ render me under a gaze that would be afforded a
deluded psychiatric patient, making me wonder at what point my writing will be classed as work. If we are waiting for me to be the next J.K. Rowling then I guess it’s probably never.
2. My House
Unfortunately I don’t live in a Brownstone in New York City, but instead a semi in Sheffield, shared with two kids, the ‘Big’ one and my soon to be twelve year old son. There is nowhere to place a writing desk, so at the moment a laptop placed on a laptop cushion, placed on my knees, while I myself sit/lie on the bed. Glamour Central.
3. The other jobs
Carrie just writes. In the real world I have two other jobs. I’m part-time, but pulled like a tug-o-war between a Medical Secretarial and Research Post within the same unit. Most of my colleagues are extremely supportive of my writing. Others will say how lovely it must be to work part-time. I don’t think I do work part-time. I’m a part-time writer and a part-time NHS employee. That makes full-time according to the hours I do (which actually far exceed the usual 37.5 full-time of my
employment), but hey, perhaps I’m deluded after all.
Carrie had a computer right? Why was she never addicted to Facebook? I am an addict. Oh I’ll just pop on. Oh another hour gone, and that’s before I click on Pinterest. Pinterest is research okay? Well, I go on to research, but then I see a fluffy white kitten and before I know it I’m
looking at cute animal pictures.
5. Meals and Housework
Carrie ate every meal out and I never saw her clean. I try and avoid both wherever possible, but then that leads back to point number 1. After all, I’m part-time, there’s no excuse for a slovenly household. What do I do all day??
It’s time to get Carried Away.
Hopefully not by men in white coats. It’s time to embrace the Carrie. I need to keep Big happy, so must make an effort to do that housework. The days at work are mandatory, so it’s big girl panties pulled up and just do my best.
So looking at my points, the only thing I can realistically see to make me more Carrie, is to limit my internet time. Okay, you need to bring those men in white coats now *sobs hysterically and grabs hold of computer like it’s my closest relation*.
This last month’s updates:
- Continuing to rise up from behind the Invisibility Cloak, I will be book signing at Orchard Book Event, Peterborough, UK in March 2015, Tattooed Bad Boys Event, York, UK April 2015, Dublin July 2015 and Silver City Signing, Aberdeen, August 2015.
- The Alphabet Game went on sale last week and rose up to the 2,000’s rank in the UK Kindle chart, climbing 240,000 places!
- My second book Underneath was released on the 30 September 2014.
- I passed 2k fans on Facebook.
See you next month.
Andie M. Long is a bonkers mother of one, who spends most of her time, when not working as a Research Administrator/Medical Secretary on Facebook. She has a long suffering partner. Author of the erotic novel The Alphabet Game and drama/suspense Underneath, she has several published short stories and poems; including an upcoming release for Cracked Eye.