A Good Girl Comes Undone

My new novel, A Good Girl Comes Undone is out this week. This is very, very exciting! I only got my hands on the finished product myself a few days ago. Nothing quite beats holding a new tome, all glossy and Proper Book-like. It's always hard to square with the Microsoft Word document from whence it came - full of misspellings and large chunks of text that I slice out of the final edit: 'Jee-sus. I wrote that? Terrible!' Right, I'm probably telling you too much...

I really hope you enjoy the book and that it makes you laugh and cry and vow never to snog your boss in the stationary cupboard. Do let me know what you think. Thanks for logging on.


All the best, Polly

Green shoots

Hi there

Have emerged from bubble of third baby - she's four months now and am feeling almost normal, although all my clothes appear to have shrunk - and thinking about fifth book...In the meantime I've moved publisher and my fourth book, The World's Worst Wife is slated to come out early next year. I'll get an extract on this site as soon as I can.

Thanks for all your messages. Apologies if I haven't replied. My site is being splatter-bombed with spam - go away whoever you are! - and it's taking hours to trawl through to get to my lovely readers. My Facebook page is always a good way to get in contact. Or join me on Twitter.

All the best,

Polly

The cruellest month

It’s one thing holing up to write when the weather is crap. I can do discipline in the winter. Easy. But the spring, or worse, summer? It’s really, really hard to keep one’s self-employed bottom on one’s ergonomic seat. (Sympathy please...) The sun starts shining, the park beckons, and I lose the necessary guilty gravitational pull. The moment I need sunscreen, I need a boss – any office sociopath will do – someone to micromanage good word count and caution me sternly for long al fresco lunches. All unfortunate timing really, considering that the deadline for my second novel is the end of June. So while the rest of the country yearns for sunshine, like a gardener, I’m willing rain.