Slight delay this time around in uploading my
blog post due to technical issues.
Firstly, I want to reveal the results of my Prize Draw/Competition to win a signed copy of my poem, “The Eyes are
the Keys”. The deadline to enter the Competition was 30 July 2018. At the time of writing, there has sadly not been any entries into the competition so there are no winners.
I’m writing this post while on the train heading back to Nottingham from London where I’ve been for the past week (End of July). I’ve been a little pensive of late, a dozen things racing around my head, but that is not something
that I want to bore you with.
I will ask you this; have you ever had a sudden feeling come over you, like you don’t realise where you belong until
you are leaving? That was me this morning. It could be down to the fact that I am travelling backwards on this particular journey, so I can see the station getting smaller as the train pulls away and starts to speed its way back towards the East Midlands,
or it could just be that my heart has finally found its home after 4 years of toing and froing to London and back. I’m not sure, but I do know that as the train pulled out of St Pancras station, I just didn’t want to leave.
Don’t get me wrong, as a rule, I find London far too busy (comes from the personal space I like around me which disappears the second you arrive in London) but the region
of London I have visited over and over again over the last few years (when seeing my other half) has become as familiar to me as my Nottingham home. I don’t know my way around everywhere in London, and I won’t drive in London if you paid me to
– not sure I’d get very far with my eyes squeezed shut and a prayer of “please don’t hit me!” (not to mention the fact I’m sure there are indentations on my boyfriend’s car dash board from my fingers), but somehow,
slowly, London and the south is becoming my home and I never thought I would hear myself say that.
Enough of the thinking already! Book wise, I’m working
on my initial notes and draft for a new book that I’m calling Riders of Xion. This is setting out like a fantasy novel with Dragon Riders chosen by the Dragons they will be riding while they are babies, a will they, won’t they style love story
between a highborn Rider and her land worker/Warrior lover. I won’t give too much away here as I want you to all read the finished book! Things are moving well on this front and I’m positive this is a good start.
I finished reading Appleby Farm by Cathy Bramley while I was in London. Literally read it within a matter of days, I was absolutely engrossed. Head over to my review section “To read…or
not” for my review of Appleby Farm.
I’m going to sign off for now, settle down and read my writing magazine for the rest of the journey back to Nottingham.
Take care in what you do, and as always, Keep Reading!