Well, this blog has existed empty and lifeless for much longer than I’d care to admit, and I just don’t have the heart to leave a sad little “create post” box empty any longer! Virginia Woolf famously wrote that “a woman must have money and a room of one’s own if she is to write.” Virginia obviously did not have children (if she did, we may never have had to tolerate Orlando). Words used to come much easier to me with the luxury of time, personal space and the freedom to do basically whatever the hell I’d like. However, considering these glorious aforementioned circumstances dramatically fled some six years ago with the arrival of my first little fox, a penchant for crafting words (although left sleeping dormant) did not. Thus it’s about time to accept the fact that the ideal creative circumstances, much like clean hair and nice boobs aren’t going to come back to me any time in the near future. So really, there comes a point when you just have to overcome the difficulties and adapt to what you have if you want to do what you love, even if this means lying sideways across the bed, fighting a tiny human for mattress supremacy at 2 am, typing as finger cramping-ly quiet as possible in the dark whilst lamenting how much easier it used to be to cleverly craft witty sentences not comprised of words that may be easily mistaken for baby talk.