Briefest blogpost, ever…

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A quarter of a year has just zoomed by since my last post. Unbelievable. And things are still way too flat out to squeeze enough time to go into any of it in much more in depth than this…

We became dog-owners/wranglers/lovers.

Mena’s cancer started responding to her new chemo.

Jesse started talking – ‘shark’, ‘turtle’, all good stuff.

I got braces . At 36.

Book 4 started taking shape.

We survived our first ever baby-poo-in-the-bathtub crisis. No sharks or turtles were harmed. A 9-year-old co-bathing sibling, however, was slightly adversely affected.

Mena’s cancer started outsmarting her chemo.

I got my first, and last, tattoo. At 36.

We sold our house.

Found a cottage by a canal. Imagined the kids’ childhoods punting away lazy summer days and tried to buy said cottage.

Cottage fell through. Found another renovation project. No canal, just the unique selling point of near-dereliction and likely eventual bankruptcy upon ownership.

Knighty and I temporarily moved the clan in with family brave (mental) enough to take in 2 adults, 3 boys, a rabbit and puppy. Plus boxes. Lots and lots of boxes.

Book 4 held its shape. Book 4 is still holding its shape. So far. Editor may have other ideas when she finally claps eyes on it. Parp.

Mena started a third crack at chemo.

We all developed bad backs, bowing down at her awesomeness.

And the latest big shocker… finding 5 mins amidst the chaos to write this post.

See you in the next quarter, peeps 🙂

 

 

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Thank You 2015

 

Can it really be? The end of another year? Already?

I blame the kids, little blighters. Never has time whipped by so fast. They’re a constant visual reminder that, despite still feeling and regularly behaving like fifteen year olds, Knighty and I are indeed notching up the years now. Our babies are constantly in change, at nine and eleven (age, not shoe size) the big two’s feet have outgrown mine this year, while the little one’s plump toddler body is giving up its wary clumsiness for balance and purpose and all those other talents that will tempt him towards independence and other unthinkable things. I can ignore my wrinkles laughter-lines in the bathroom mirror, pretend I don’t watch Country File with the same fervour I used to save for Hollyoaks, but I can’t not see it every day in my three beautiful sons, that the times they are definitely a changin.

2015 has held a lot of changes for us. There’s now a toddler in the house; a highschooler; the Knight clan’s first family hound. For a fleeting moment there was a newly retired grandparent kicking back around here too. Our home finally went on the market, Knighty and I relived happy, happy clubbing times with old friends, Swedish pals not seen since uni days came to stay, book deals were signed and all the positive optimism of the first half of the year helped buoy the reality of the second half no end. Nothing slaps your world into focus quite like illness and so 2015 has been a see-saw year for us, ups and downs of hefty degrees but from all that commotion has come a steadying and recurrent thought, that life is short, and that we really do need to stop faffing around so much.

Next year, I’d like to live bigger. I’d like to take more risks. Try more things, say ‘Sod it, I’m going to bloody well do this,’ loud and often. I’m going to care less about non-issues and non-people, concentrate on the good, the true, the decent and inspiring. I’m going to sod the dishwasher off for another chapter of what I’m reading, another song with my son, another twenty minutes in the fresh air. I’m going to add more chaos to the clan wherever I can, and hope it disappoints the easily disappointed, the uber-tidy, uber-organised, uber-safe brigade.

Changes are good, I’m hoping for plenty more in 2016 because I’m grateful for almost all of the changes 2015 held. Even the awful brings something with it but it’s NYE and I don’t have time to go into all of that and I’m pretty sure you don’t either! So because I’m trying to write this with the chaos of children, Knighty burning something and a new puppy tearing around the house, I’m going to cheat with pictures.

Happy New Year, all. Hope you can look back with fondness. Here are a few moments 2015 brought to us…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vlogging… Am I doing this right?

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So I’m attempting a venture into the mindboggling world of vlogging, y’all! I kinda feel like I should, everyone else is. Apparently it’s the thing now to share share share, so I’m doing it too. Albeit with less than sophisticated camera equipment and a dodgy Midlander accent. (My mouth opens, Ozzy Osbourne’s in the bluddy house, Sharrrron)

The main reason I’m giving it a bash is that there’s so much going on around here these days, I’d like the chance to reflect on it later on. My monsters are growing up fast, throwing all sorts of joy and headaches our way, I’m settling into my new life as a writer and, the event that’s eclipsing them all at the moment, my sister Mena’s cancer has returned with gusto. In fact, as I write this, she’s at the Queen Elizabeth hospital in Birmingham waiting to be told whether or not the new chemo mix they’re trying is performing the miracle we need it to. The last mix didn’t, the tumour in her lung had doubled in size within a week after her first chemo cycle. Which more than sucks. Because we all love her, and need her a lot. So today is going to be a big one.

See, lots happening around here. And while life’s speeding on, I’m gonna try and catch the odd bit of it on tape. Accent and all x

Book Review: Letting You Go by Anouska Knight

There are some days being a writer can really suck. And there are days like today. I’ve just humbly received a fantastic review for my latest novel, Letting You Go, and I’m still getting my hat on.
It never fails to astound me how epic it is learning that a perfect stranger has found something worthy in my writing, or how willing they are to tell the world about it. What a brilliant gift on my, ahem, 30-something birthday.
Today, with five new stillettoes from Bookaholic Holly, I’m feeling very grateful to be an author 😊

Bookaholic Confessions

Letting You GoLetting You Go by Anouska Knight
Release Date: 10th September 2015
Publisher: MIRA
Buy:Paperback |  Kindle
Rating:
5 star

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What if a tragedy occurred and you only had yourself to blame? How do you move on from the past?

Alex Foster lives a quiet life, avoiding the home she hasn’t visited in eight years. Then her sister Jaime calls. Their mother is sick, and Alex must return. Suddenly she’s plunged back into the past she’s been trying to escape.

Returning to her hometown, memories of the tragic accident that has haunted her and her family are impossible to ignore. Alex still blames herself for what happened to her brother and it’s soon clear that her father holds her responsible too. As Alex struggles to cope, can she ever escape the ghosts of the past?

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After a tragic accident that resulted in the death of her younger brother when Alex was looking…

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Oops… the self-promotion bit

Argh, I’m rubbish at this lark. A more savvy writer with a vested interest in selling books would’ve nailed this sooner. Like I should probably have done… as in two years ago, when my first book came out.

What’s that you say? A link to find and potentially buy my books? With ease, you say? Oh yeah, I didn’t think too much about that.

Let’s have a mooch around then…

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… nope. I can’t even work out where to put a link on this here blog. So here it is, people. In all it’s crude glory. A link. It’s even in bold. So you can find and potentially buy my books. With ease. If you want to of course x

 Click heeeere for Amazon Author Page!