I have a problem that nobody can solve. It’s the magnetic pull of motherhood fighting an opposite force; the passion to write books. The balance is impossible. It’s impossible because both need my full and absolute attention; both are 100% immersive, and both responsibilities I adore having in equal measure. Don’t get me wrong, I feel ridiculously lucky, but lately, it feels as if my efforts at balancing these twin tides of devotion is more...