I'm spending the week in Brisbane for a family wedding. I brought my laptop with me, telling myself that of course I'd get writing done. Of course I would. Unfortunately I overlooked the fact that I would be sharing a motel room with my 9 year old nephew.
"Aunty Lisa, are you playing Plants Vs Zombies?"
"No. I'm writing."
"Do you write proper books?"
"Why can't I read them?"
"They're for grown-ups. You can read one when you're eighteen."
"Aunty Lisa, can I just sit beside you while you write?"
"Is that a rude word? Did you write the f-word there? I'm telling Nana!"
And so much for getting any writing done this week...
Meanwhile, The Good Boy has been really well-received so far. It's always a strange thing to put a book out there, because you never know it people are going to love it, hate it, or -- worse -- ignore it. So to everyone who's bought a copy, thanks so much! You guys rock!