Nice to go away for a while, but isn't it good to get home? Funny thing is, while I was working I couldn't wait to get away and longed for more breaks. Now I'm not working and can go away whenever I want, I'm much less keen on going! Why is that?
Spent yesterday afternoon relaxing in the hammock in the garden in hot sunshine - perhaps that's why I like home! The older I get, the more I appreciate my own bed and my own chair. Am I sounding really decrepit by now?
On a less decrepit note, I have just finished by second novel ( a sequel to "Heaven Spent") and emailed the publishers. Hope they want it, otherwise you'll never know what happens to Polly... and I shall be miserable. Not for long, though - I hope to be starting on the final novel of the trilogy soon. Keep watching - and reading!
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