So I’ve started writing my next book. At the moment it’s called It Takes Two but that is just a working title so don’t get too attached to it. It is an odyssey through different kinds of love. And another roller coaster of an adventure: walking the Camino to Santiago; supporting a friend through leukemia; travelling to Guatemala; and exploring the Argentinian tango scene in Buenos Aires.
I have just finished writing the 15th chapter, which is roughly half way through. It is being written in a quarter of the time it took me to complete the first one so I should have a first draft by the end of August.
This is how it starts:
To be honest, I thought tango classes would be a good place to meet men. I had just left my husband and was living in Totnes, a small town in rural Devon, with a limited supply of them. There were three gorgeous goddesses to each and every single man. A ratio some males took advantage of. They claimed to be polyamorous but sleeping with more than one woman at a time is just plain promiscuity. With so many open, loving and boundariless females available, the guys didn’t have to try too hard. So they didn’t.
But is more than just a book about finding love.
If my last memoir is about finding spirituality in madness then this one is about the opposite: finding madness in spirituality. I’m not sure how it ends but even if I did know I wouldn’t tell you, would I?