I’m so excited to be a part of the blog tour for Tilly’s simply superb book.
I cannot express how much you all need to read this book, it’s utterly hilarious and charming!
‘There’s only one man for Bonnie, and that’s Holden Finn. The problem is that Holden Finn is a twenty-three-year-old pop megastar with his boy band, Every Which Way, who doesn’t even know she exists. Not only that, but half the women of the world want to be Mrs Finn, including Bonnie’s teenage daughter, Paige. But the real men in Bonnie’s life only let her down, and a man that you can never have can never let you down… right? When Paige wins a radio competition to meet Holden and his band, it seems all that is set to change. Bonnie is about to find out that you should be careful what you wish for, and that happiness can come in the most unexpected shape…’
Today Tilly is sharing with us a day in her life…
Just for something a bit different on the blog tour, I thought that people might be interested in what a typical day is like for an ordinary mum juggling family life with writing. So I decided to sit down and work out just what a typical day is like for me, because I hadn’t really thought about it much beyond burning dinners and getting stuck in school traffic before. Without further ado… *sound fanfare* here is a day in the life of Tilly Tennant….
Monday, to be precise. Because Sunday would consist of mostly this: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
6.30: Throw alarm against wall. Listen to the satisfying smack and then bolt up in bed realising that in my half-asleep stupor I’ve broken yet another clock.
6.31: Scramble out of bed to retrieve alarm. Relieved to find it still works. Reset it for
6.39. That’s still half six, right?
6.39: ignore alarm.
6.40: Jump up in panic. Go through to other bedrooms and threaten kids with death or vegetables for tea if they don’t get up.
6.41: Switch kettle on and wait.
6.50: After pacing the kitchen and threatening to buy a new kettle, realise that kettle is not switched on at mains.
6.51: Forsake tea. Shout kids again.
6.52: Notice phone is flashing. Get momentarily distracted by Twitter and Facebook notifications.
7.30: OH BLOODY FLAMING BALLS OF HELL! Where did forty minutes go? Shout kids again. Threaten them with the nearest orphanage if they don’t get up.
8.00: Kids get up. I hop around on one shoe burning some toast for them and flinging school uniform at them.
8.10: Kids get into car in various shoeless states of undress.
8.15: Pull up at first school just as oldest child does tie up.
8.40: Pull up at second school just as youngest child gets pants on.
9.00: Arrive home. Make cup of tea and a piece of cake (just for brain food, you understand).
9.10: Switch computer on.
9.20: Computer finally logs on.
9.30: Swizz around on chair and think of something to write.
3.00: Stop swizzing around on chair. Save twenty words written and clear away remains of last four slices of cake.
3.10: Fetch kids from school.
3.40: Make snacks for kids. Sit down in front of laptop again for some more writing whilst they watch TV. Get distracted by Twitter.
5.30: Kids ask for tea.
6.30: Get up to make kids tea.
7.30: Sit down to write. Get distracted by Twitter.
8.30: Get distracted by the sound of something good on TV. Abandon writing for the day and vow that 5000 words will get done tomorrow (there is no way that 5000 words will get done tomorrow).
That’s pretty much it. Doesn’t sound all that glamorous when you write it down in a big list. I’m not entirely sure how I ever get a book finished at all!
Tilly Tennant was born in Dorset but now lives in Staffordshire with her slightly nutty family. Tilly is married to Mr Tennant (not that one, though a girl can dream). She likes nothing better than curling up in a quiet corner with a glass of wine watching the world go by, but can more usually be found taxiing her daughters to parties or taking them on emergency shopping trips. After a huge list of dismal and disastrous jobs over the years, including paper plate stacking, shop girl, newspaper promotions and waitressing, she began working as a temporary secretary in a hospital to boost her income whilst doing a degree in English and creative writing. This job lasted nine years. Not terribly temporary. But it does mean that she knows just what it’s like to make monumental admin cock-ups, spend the month’s wages in the hospital coffee shop and fall in love with all the doctors. As she’s a smug married, however, it’s fortunate that the doctors in question don’t usually feel the same way.
Tilly is represented by the wonderful, gorgeous Peta Nightingale at LAW.