Well, bugger me backwards Bob*, it’s only 2015. How did that happen? I vaguely remember easter and there was a birthday in there somewhere and, didn’t I publish a book or something? I forget.
In all honesty, I’m very happy for 2014 to do one, it wasn’t my favourite. As many of you already know, I lost my wonderful nana at the end of March and then, in November, my mum passed away from breast cancer at just 58. Like I said, not my favourite year ever if I’m entirely honest. Not that it didn’t have its highlights or that I didn’t learn anything, clearly I learnt lots and lots, albeit many lessons I wasn’t ready for but really, when are any of us ready for these things?
Which brings me to my next point/thing I’m not ready for and scares me senseless.
No, I know, it’s mental.
In one week, I’m moving to LA.
Before anyone starts, let’s clear one thing up. New York is and always will be my absolute true love and the most wonderful place I have ever lived or loved but while it is a magical and amazing place to live, it is also demanding and challenging and after the year I’ve just had, I am exhausted. And it’s not like I’m not leaving NYC in good hands, Taylor Swift lives here now and she’ll look after it while I’m away, however long that might be. Plus on the upside, think of all the new Instagram pics I’ll be able to post! I’m sure you’re all sick of me posting the Empire State Building now, right? No, I know, I’m not either. But it is time for a break and I’m ready for a change.
I wanted to let you know before I vamoosed as I might be off the interwebs for a little bit while I move, get settled and most importantly finish my book. If there’s one thing I want to achieve in January, it’s to make sure that Always the Bridesmaid is the best damn book I’ve ever written and given the last few months I’ve had, that has been an epic challenge. I’m very well aware that without you guys, there is no me and I always want to be here for you as much as you are pour moi. If you don’t read my books, my publishers won’t pay me to write them and if I wasn’t writing, I don’t know what I’d be doing but it would probably involve a bottle of 20/20, some cheap hair dye and a man called Colin. I don’t think I’d like it.
So many of you have reached out and offered me support, whether it’s words of wisdom or love or just a funny picture of your pets, and I honestly can never, ever express how much every single message meant to me. I’ll never be able to reply to all of you and get this book done but please know that each and every one reached me and helped make a very painful time just that time bit easier. Some of you even made me laugh when I was scared I might have completely forgotten how. You’re wonderful.
Anyway, I have to pack and work and work and pack (and get my hair cut because I don’t trust any LA hairdressers) so I will leave you with this picture of me aged around nine, playing with a goat. Because 2015 is all about the LOLS, starting NOW.
*just in case you are called Bob and feel so inclined, please note this is just a turn of phrase and not an actual invitation.http://0