I have no idea what to write, not a clue. Book 2, Falling Tide, progresses, we are talking about front covers and I’m exploring a web site update.
Soon I will no longer be able to say that I’m in my late fifties. Don’t feel so bad about that, as long as I can keep working on the old fitness. I shall not be celebrating the reaching of a significant ‘0’ birthday but shall be celebrating all the things that make me me! 60 years of experience, 60 years of working out what makes me happy, and what doesn’t. 60 years worth of some very good friends. That writing’s my thing and it’s ok if I’m not the most amazing author in the world, as long as I work hard and do my best. And there isn’t another me anywhere else, trying to do what I’m trying to do. Awesome!
My mum died just after celebrating her 60th birthday, so reaching it for me, reasonably healthy, means a lot. More than I realised. She was creative and funny, she painted oils and then water colours. She got really bored doing the mundane stuff. When I got home from school my toys were up to all sorts of naughty things but the hoover would still be out and dinner was not quite ready. We were late for everything because being organised wasn’t one of her things.
Ok, I’m really jumping about. Just want to tell you what I’ve booked for my birthday. I’m going to have a day’s carpentry. Making a three legged stool. I’ve always wanted to have a go. I did make a sandpit for my grandson, it still needs a lid… but it has been a hit and I did love doing it. We knew a lovely man who was a bit good at carpentry, and he didn’t always appreciate how amazing he was, so in his memory, I’m going to have a go. Why not!?
So nothing deep and meaningful this week, except I made it!
