Easter? We're still scoffing Christmas chocs.

When was Christmas? Its hard to remember with Easter eggs appearing in stores. I’m sure we are not the only family who has packed away all the Christmas decorations only to find one small dec left out. This year it’s our singing robin. Our cat, Kipper, often sets it off, its sound activated. I’m attempted to leave robin out all year Christmas bobble hat an’ all.
This year I went overboard on the tree chocolates, fed up with everyone scoffing them days before the big day. Instead I brought, A LOT and hid them. As a result we’ve still got three packets of baubles to get through! I’m sure, like you, they won’t last in our house.

On the writing front, things are going full steam. Indigo Anthology is finished, and currently in printing. Inspirations writing group meets this Saturday 27th for its first meeting of 2024 and one of our agenda items will be the launch date.
We will also be looking further forward to starting Violet, the last anthology in our Rainbow series, before we commence our themes anthologies. Remember folk who write and are interested are welcome to attend. The first meeting is free, and membership is £10 per year. See our Website for details. INSPIRATIONS WRITERS GROUP - HOME & NEWS (weebly.com)

Regarding my own work. Shea Pingle and the Swarm continues apace, page nine has been returned by Ellie, there thirteen in this book as its aimed at year nine to eleven.
Indeed my head is getting overwhelmed by my children book themes. With Chicken Wizard out and selling well, and Shea Pingle next. This genre is filling me up with ideas. As you probably know Mustard and Marmalade Dachshund Dog Detectives and the Case of the Missing Fillet Steak is next. Followed by The Tales of Timmy and his Magic Toe Beans. Now you can add, The Unshakable mouse, Further Tales of Timmy and his Magic Toe Beans, The Hairy Tortoise, and a follow-up to Chicken Wizard that I’ve yet to find a title for, about duckies and swanies.
 
On the health front, I’m currently wobbling around on crutches after a terrifying ordeal, which was so not fun. This will be my fourth time using crutches, and you’d think I’d have the hang of it by now. But no.
Yesterday trying to be clever I decided I could easily hop on one leg from the toilet to the bedroom. I reached the bedroom door. Grabbed the frame and, you’ve guessed it, slipped. My hands slid down the frame and the door catch plate cut my index finger almost in two. Fortunately my finger nail saved it from make a complete circuit. Several homemade steristrips and a pressure dressing later, the blood had stopped.
Despite the crutches etc; I’m planning to crutch it—that doesn’t sound right—hobble, wobble, wibble. (typical writer trying to find the correct word before committing it to permanency) Struggle, that will do, into work. Won’t be doing much in the way of moving about, but can still speak to folk and offer advice, make calls and such.
 
I almost forgot, my next novel a fantasy thriller, Between Here and Hell, is also finished and with Geoff my fabulous formatter. Hoping Pegu designs will come up with an awesome cover. The launch will follow Indigo Anthology, then later we’ll have Shea Pingle’s.