Woke up today with the thought that I must write a blog post. It has been a while, too long perhaps. The last I updated anything was in February having written and released Padmi’s Christmas Carol.

That book was a delight to write. I’ve been trying to chase that joyful, natural high ever since. That’s not a hyperbolic or flippant set of statements to make. I really did enjoy the ebb, the flow; the hours spent writing it during the twelve days of Christmas. I was inspired whilst making stuffing balls. I know, how very curious.

There are many books to write, with life also getting busy. There has been work and adventuring which has meant a really busy diary. Again, in a good way; one is not complaining. I’m lucky to like the work I do, and from time to time, rest and recuperation are warranted.

The many books to write. That means a stack of notebooks.

Well, at the last count there were half a dozen at various stages. Some have ten thousand ones, one has nearly thirty. A couple are simply plans. I have sat down, grouped them all together to see if I can develop a plan and process. Can I get a sequence as to what I want to write and stick to it. Follow it through, get one done after the other. All whilst feeling passionate and creative.

See the other creative outlet is knitting socks. I have a lot of socks, no problem. I have also recently discovered watercolour painting, having done a few sip and paint events with acrylics.

Creativity isn’t a problem. It simply takes different forms at different points,

Yet, Padmi’s Christmas Carol was different. There a vibe that I’d not experienced for a very long time; it was delightful. I did feel a bit sad when the book was complete; there was a hole remaining. Again, not a bad thing. I just need to figure out the writing process to get that vibe again.

I have filled up my ink pens. Most of my books are after all, handwritten. Some are filled with ink, others work better with cartridges. Even that discovery was an Eureka moment. It’s not a case of a bad workperson blaming their tools. I love my pens. They deserve to be used well.

Now, I don’t do word count updates or progress reports. I aim to write a certain number; I’m aware of my maximum and minimum. I also like to experience the phenemonological process. I’m also choosing to keep the storylines to myself, in not wanting to build up hopes and then dash them. It’s not nice to mislead people.

I shall let you know what is out, if at all, when.

Whilst I am trying to write, I am also attending a few book events this year. More on those later.

Right, I shall bid you adieu.

In the meantime, there are lots of books for you to read,