Former disco queen, turned journalist, turned mum, I live in a village in Berkshire with the (self-proclaimed) Northern Love Machine and our daughter Frog.
I like prawns, hot cups of tea (a rarity), wine (especially the fizzy kind), Take That and making chutney. I also enjoy a good Poirot and LOVE shark documentaries.
Since having my daughter Frog (not her real name – I’m not that mean) in June 2010 I’ve been rather busy. I found out I enjoyed writing things other than the news. I found out creativity needn’t just be about finding the best top line into a breaking story. I found out writing keeps me sane.
I started flexing my wordsmith muscles a little more and began branching out into feature writing, copywriting, ghost blog writing. I write a lot.
And then I got a new job.
I now earn a crust as a radio presenter for Heart. This means I get out of bed at 3.45am Monday to Friday, drive 45 minutes to work, co-present a breakfast radio show, do some prep, drive 45 minutes home and collect my daughter. I then spend the afternoon negotiating toddler tantrums and pretending I’m laid back about how messy my house is. Then, during the evenings and weekends, I tap away at the computer, writing, copywriting, blogging, tweeting.
I am mostly very tired.
Clearly the title of this blog is ironic. I have spent many days of Motherhood so far thinking I am never going to know how to “do it”, let alone “do it right”. But on those days I just try to remember there is no right way to do it. No “right” way, that is, except my own way.
And if that doesn’t work, I ask my mum. Because if I’m not right, my mum almost always is.