I think I owe it to my husband to mention him on my blog, as he's been such a source of support in writing my novel.

He's a really nice man- or should I say 'boy'; most people seem to think that he's about nineteen and far too young to be the father of my children, though in fact he's older than me (many days older, I may add) and much less likely to want to stay up past midnight.
Anyway, apart from my husband, Laurie has been a lot of things to me: a truthful critic, a babysitter at times when I wanted to write, a cheerleader to help me through frequent crises of confidence, a proofreader, an unauthorised editor, a person to debate the fine philosophical points of my book, an awesome illustrator, a source of ideas, and an ever patient husband when I got cross with him as a result of one of his truthful critiques.
Moreover, he has always believed that I'm writing a good book and if he hadn't, I don't think I would have come this far.

Cheers, Laurie. I owe you one.

Sylvia