I’m a bad blogger, I know. Just terrible. I don’t even have a good excuse, because most of my current projects are out with other people and I’m just waiting on them - and by waiting, I mean strolling around parks, eating Bilboquet ice-cream and Cocoa Locale cupcakes and humming along to fragrant indie playlists. See, I’ve sort of hit a block on one book (we’ll call this The Book O’ Doom), so I’ve had “Chapter Eleven” blinking at me for three weeks now. It doesn’t help that I’ve technically written TBO’D four times over already, and this is just another guise; another year, another draft - and it’ll pretty much keep happening like this until it actually sells. Anyway, the characters started talking to me again today - well, not me, they started talking to each other in my head as I did the washing up - so maybe something will break through soon.

(And yes, the ‘characters talking to each other’ is actually a good thing, not a mental health red flag.)