It’s been a hard couple of days. Something I was really looking forward to hasn’t come off - well, it has, but I haven’t been included in it although some of my work will be. It’s a tough one to deal with. I certainly don’t hate the good friend who’s cut me out of the loop, but I am bitterly disappointed.

I think the one thing I’ve learnt about having a disabled child is the importance of having ‘feel-good’ things in the pipeline that keep your self-esteem high and make sure you have a sense of value and purpose. I’ve got my trip to the US looming in July, we’re off to Stratford-upon-Avon to see Patrick Stewart and David Tennant in ‘Hamlet’ in August and we’re talking about taking Little Madam (10) and Tiny Flirt (5) to London again when Little Nutter (8) is in respite for a couple of days in the summer holidays.

Beyond that, I’m looking at my own writing with renewed determination. ‘A Smudge of Rainbow’ is done. It’s been edited again to polish it up. All of my guinea pigs have been hooked and have read it in one sitting. Heck, even Stephenie Meyer fell for Josh. It’s a good book. I know it’s a good book. I need to bite the bullet and send it out to agents because it’s languishing in a bottom drawer and it’s doing no one any good lying there. The lovely Mel is planning a website for it to try and help with the marketing pitch.

Now that the exams are underway, I’m looking at ‘Bedeviled’ again and I’m determined. The book should be a huge amount of fun and I’ve worked out how to carve an hour out of my day for frittering on a story. Escapism rocks!

They say the future is what you make of it. Well, watch me