I'm a lawyer working in the City for a major law-firm. I have a husband, and a two-year-old daughter. Last month, my first novel was published by Random House. The question I was asked by everyone? "How on earth did you find the time?"
It was hot the day my child stood on the Cape Cobra. It is always hot in the Namibian summer but the rain the previous day had made it more so. It was clear-aired too so the distance between things became harder to judge. Or perhaps that's just how it seemed to me.
Do your 'good intentions' have ulterior motives? Do they rely heavily on expected outcomes? Do they sabotage your self-esteem when you fail to follow through? If you've answered yes to any of these questions, keep reading.