I wasn’t going to go to Glastonbury this year, but a very good friend arranged a last-minute pass and I found myself bombing down to the West Country as the sun set on that hot Friday. A few hours earlier, I had found out I had a book deal. By the time we had arrived and settled in, the sun was begining to rise. It was a magical moment and it all hit me at once: the general feeling of freedom that comes with being at the best festival in the world, coupled with the fact that my life ambition to write a book was about to come true. Glastonbury 2010 was basically the best three days of my life. Then I came back and reality set in. Other stuff happened that made me question how good I am at being a mother. I worked on the book, but began to feel nervous about writing down real life. I worried that people would criticise me for writing so openly about mine and my son’s life, but what is the point in trying to disguise the story as a novel?
As it happens, I am very open with Tom about our situation and he is mature for his age and seems to ‘get it’. He is my son and I know him best. He is loved unconditionally by me and the rest of the family and I would never write anything that would hurt him. With that in mind, I need to stop worrying about what people think and just get on with it.
The book is going to be out next June. At the moment, it feels like a lot of pieces that need fitting together. I have got a lot of work to do. And on Sunday morning, I managed to secure a ticket to Glastonbury 2011. I have got a couple of trips and a couple of weddings lined up between now and the end of the year, but from now on, my social life stops. It stops and I write the book. And every time I feel stuck or scared, I am going to look at this photograph, which I took on a crappy old camera phone in that moment, sunrise on Pennard Hill, when it hit me about the book. Keep my head down and stick with it and I’ll have that view again the same time next year. Surely the only thing better than a weekend at Glastonbury having just found out you’ve got a book deal is a weekend at Glastonbury having just published your first book. Now it’s time to stop writing about writing and write.