IN 2011 I published my first novel, The Importance Of Being Myrtle. It had been over a year in the making and, unlike other celebs who supposedly “write” their books, I actually wrote mine.
The story was about a 56-year old woman stuck in a coercively controlled relationship, whose husband dies suddenly. We follow Myrtle as she discovers a new life and, hopefully, finds new love.
I would say it’s available in all good bookshops, but I’m not convinced it is . . . The point is that as I was writing the novel, I debated whether I should include sex scenes as Myrtle is unshackled and set free.
In the end I decided not to. There were two fundamental reasons — first, to my disgrace and utter shame, I felt that at 56 sex might not be at the.
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