Well here I am, stinking of joss-sticks, wearing my kaftan and armed with a few suggestions. Some have come from Little Lily and others from various spirits.
Writing. I can’t stop writing altogether. My adorable publishers Steph and Laurence Patterson over at Crooked Cat have been totally understanding about me not being able to work on my “proper books” very well. So I’m going to make a new schedule so I spend at least half an hour a day with Iamo, Riga and company. Otherwise Books 3 and 4 will never be finished.
I now have a proposition to put to you, my lovely blog-readers.
This blog is a mixture of observations, interviews and short stories. Shall we keep it that way? Or shall I open a new blog where my Bro Cameron and I can put our short stories and keep this one for observational humour and interviews? (Please remember that I interview people other than authors so if you have anything you want to share you are welcome to message me to have a spot of your own!)
I’m getting there. At least I now see the questions I have to answer which is always a big step forward.
Social media. I’m still over-sensitive and easily-hurt. Prompted by Uncle Walnut, the grumpiest tree on the lane, I’m going to operate a “two strikes and you’re out” policy. I don’t care if you are best mates with any of my other friends, that doesn’t give you the right to make a tit of me. Uncle Walnut says he only keeps me as a friend cos he likes it when I sing “Sloop John B” to him so he can do the Badoodoo Badoodoo bass backing. If I only walked past tearing twigs off him, he’d drop a branch on my head. Point taken!