Hi, my name is Tash.

What else?

I’m not as young as I was. I don’t look at myself in the mirror, and think, “WOW!” I think “jowelly.” If I pull on Spanx, it’s because I’m going to a funeral and want to keep my tummy warm.  When I go the GUM clinic, there’s no longer any sense of…possibility.

But that’s OK, isn’t it? Better than OK. I have great kids, no cancer (as yet) and find my husband sufficiently amusing to forgive him picking his feet.

For now.

Things change though, don’t they? One’s sites shift…like this one, set up to push my first Tess Darling mystery, Death on Daytime. (Buy it, go on, it’s great – Lorraine Kelly says so.  Plus it’s cheap – costs less than a 3-pack of Lion bars, I’ve just checked).

But hopes…fizzle; husbands frazzle. Now I’ve decided to screw fiction, and get real. I’m writing a book about the institution of marriage…and HOW ON EARTH how to stay in it. I plan to poke the nooks and crannies of my own relationship, then recruit my mouthy, married peers to do the same – and report back.

Fancy it? (Trust me, there’s room in my marriage for WAY more than three).  If you’re hitched, harassed – and happy to swap notes – watch this space. It may prove surprisingly you-shaped!

In the meantime, you can read more about Tess Darling’s adventures here. You can find my published features in one place here. And I keep meaning to tweet something funny @tashlbell, but find it too hard, so often post pictures of semi-naked men instead.

love Tash xx