Sleepless nights, creative frustrations & DIY writing retreats
It started off well.
My baby was born at dawn, just as the world was shedding its dark cloak. The trees outside the window were aflame with their autumnal leaves. Flaxen haired and self-possessed, this child arriving knowing it was time to snuggle and hibernate.
So we did just that. I stayed in pyjamas for our first week…