I never knew being in a relationship could be like this

At the moment, my life revolves around the new book I’m writing. I have a copy of the editorial schedule taped on the wall in front of my computer — when the next draft is due for submission to the publisher, when the next round of edits will make their way back to me. Back and forth, on repeat for the next seven months.

In my attempts to at least try and maintain some semblance of a work-life balance, I’ve scheduled not one, but two holidays this summer. The first of these was a week in Brighton with my boyfriend, primarily chosen because 1. there were flights out of Cork (Yes, I have turned into my mother. It was bound to happen someday) and 2. it would require little-to-no planning on my behalf. A flight from Cork to Gatwick, a twenty-minute train journey to Brighton, and a ten-minute walk to our Airbnb. Easy Peasy.