I know I had a rant a couple of weeks ago, and said that I was giving up writing. Its wasn’t entirely true, but it wasn’t a total lie either. I am stressed out at the moment with lots of
Ahhh, Spring. The air is slightly warmer, the days are getting longer, birds are acting crazy (the tuis around here are nuts!) and bulbs are flowering. Its also been very wet, not just here, but around New Zealand. Toes are
So I got the edits back for Finding Amy Archer. I have ISBN’s sorted. And now I have to go through my editors comments and work out whether I want to keep them or go with her recommendation. I tell
I came home yesterday from a brief trip to Picton and sailing in the Queen Charlotte Sounds. Its such a beautiful tranquil place, full of bird call, enough breeze to do some sailing, and enough sunshine to keep us warm.
Well, its a bit of an overstatement really. The weather wasn’t wild in Wellington, but apparently it was in my hometown, with flooding and general mayhem. I’m rather pleased that I missed that weather event, especially the wind. A few
This week has been rough. Not physically rough, mentally rough. I have noticed that even though I am taking my meds, it feels like I’m not, to the point where I have started to burst into tears for very little