I've just returned from vacation. What better time to start a blog than now. What the hell.
A trampoline at the rented cottage was a bad idea. It meant a) I spent a whole week on this bouncing piece of nylon with my almost-two-year-old son and b) lots of bleeding noses and various other injuries. Though I must admit it was fun until a shitty diaper came flying at me out of one of his pant legs.
A week parked in front of a lake, with a lot of cocktails, enabled me to forget that my first book is coming out in a little over a week and that I have a launch on the 28th. These things make me more nauseous than the trampoline.
Back to reality!