There are days when I find juggling my work as a writer doesn't fit well with being a mother - and today is one of those days! We are having a teenage daughter love crisis. I should be checking proofs, but after spending several hours listening to my daughter telling me how unfair life is, I have found it difficult to keep my mind on the job in hand. I will give you a rough outline of the plot: daughter fancies older boy, and makes a serious play for him without finding out if he is attached. Boy takes the bait, but then informs daughter of his live-in girlfriend, who he says he wants to finish with as things are not right between them, but he is a coward and will need time to sort things out. Daughter is smitten and tells him she will wait forever - the coward bit seems to have made him even more attractive. I think he's a cad, wants both girls, and she's needs to take off her rose coloured specs! But hey, what do I know! I, even though a wife and mother with many years experience, apparently I do not understand how she feels. 'What about your father', I say. Apparently that's not the same. So here I am writing my blog.
