In January I took my three children to the magical Wishing Tree down by the Merri Creek. We all wrote our secret wishes on little pieces of paper and strung them to the tree. I still can’t believe my wish (for my manuscript to find a publisher) more than came true — by August I had a two-book deal. It felt like winning the lottery. Twice.
So what’s changed so far? Not finances — my book advance stretched as far my share of the mortgage repayments for a few months, so I still have to do my day job. Not time — I still have to get up at 5am to write; and no offers of help with the kids have come rolling in. Not space — no writing studios or retreats for me. The only thing that’s changed is now I have a deadline.