Watch What You Say Online

My mum bought a laptop over the weekend. I'm really not sure if she'll get used to it but I have a feeling she'll try. Which means she might start reading my blog. Once she joins Facebook and Twitter I might need to change my name. My mum is lovely. She's truly lovely. She inspires me to go one step further and has always been strongly encouraging in everything I do. Knowing that my lovely mum is proud of me means the world. I'm sure there are things she'd like to change about me, though probably realises she can't, and I'm sure our bed-of-roses relationship reveals one or two thorns from time to time, but on the whole, my mum and me.. we're like *that*.

Of course, the first thought I had when my lovely mum announced she'd got a laptop was "oh bugger, I'll need to curb my language on t'internet." I had a quick check through blog posts and Facebook updates, trying not to stress about Twitter (I doubt my lovely mum will ever tiptoe into the murky waters of hashtags) and thought "ooops, I use the word 'shit' a lot, and 'piss'. Toilet talk is never a subject for the dinner table, where I suspect my lovely mum will be using her laptop." But my lovely mum is fairly liberated for her years (I won't divulge how many years for fear of getting clobbered. I'm too old for Childline) and even said once, "Kathryn, sex sells," when I was warning her about a few scenes in my books. I have to admit at that point I nearly blacked out, but I reached for the glass of Vimto nearby and opened the People's Friend that poked out of the magazine rack.

So welcome to my lovely mum, a new member of the vast and amazing world of online interaction. And if she ever starts blogging, I'll give you plenty notice.

CJ x

p.s. Have you downloaded my book yet, or bought it in paperback? It's getting some cracking 5* reviews. Here it is.... Nightingale Woods (it's available on all Amazon sites)