I’m still here.
I’m still working on the next Petticoat Katie novel, and I think I’m almost finished the first draft.
Unfortunately I have more goats than I can handle right now.
Not real goats, obviously.
Why the long gap between posts, when I’d hit such a good streak of posting every Wednesday?
Probably something to do with minor health issues, Extreme Gardening, and an overall lack of direction over where my writing goes from here.
I’m not about to run out of ideas – no sirree. But the Petticoat Katie series has another three novels waiting, there’s still life in Louis Beauregard yet, and I have at least two other sets of stories on my Explore Further kanban list.
Spoilt for choice.
There were books to be read, too. Stories from other people to be explored, and new art to discover. Friends to meet, focus to re-sharpen, batteries to recharge – a mini sabbatical, in effect.
And perhaps the chance to revisit the reasons why I write, especially on here, and to reduce the flow of unnecessary words that add little to the overall sum of human knowledge but still suck energy from the planet.
Nonetheless, I’m still here.