Fire Fire, My House Was On Fire
June 2024
Remember in my intro, I mentioned the risk of me causing a fire? I wrote that in April 2024. Weeks later, I lost almost everything I own, personally and in business. I am currently residing in a local Travelodge and don't even have a proper wheelchair until my replacement is delivered. I have none of the aids that I use at home.
It's not an ideal situation to be in but knowing how close I came to losing my life, I can still find reasons to smile, laugh and be thankful. Especially since our cat was revived and she's with us in a pet friendly hotel.
Sentimental items can't be replaced and we won't be back in our house for months but I believe in God and I know that he always makes everything okay. I'm staying grateful and faithful. This too, shall pass.
I should probably stop saying bad stuff is going to happen because it always does and satan doesn't need any assistance from me; he's totally capable of messing my life up on his own😂.
Laughing in a crisis is a superpower that I have gained through a lifetime of trauma. It helps. A lot.
I see a story idea where you might see utter disaster. Stay tuned.....
The Refurb Is Now Complete!
October 2024
After four and a half months living out of hotels, the completion of the repairs finally came at the end of October and I am back at home.
I completed a new novel due for release on January 21st 2025. My 43rd birthday.
Mummy’s Boy was a WIP for over two years. It was abandoned whilst I wrote other stories. In August, there were two major events in my life, which motivated me to finish it and the inspiration being personal, meant that this was my most difficult book to write so far.
I am currently looking for ARC readers to provide feedback before it's release. If you are interested contact me via my social media button. See below for information on Mummy’s Boy.
Find the links to all my books on my bibliography page.
Happy reading 📚
Goodbye, Mother
November 2024
This month started with a death in my family. It was expected but it still came as a shock. The difficult and troubled relationship that existed between my mother and me, has left me feeling disconnected and uncertain of my feelings. The way I am dealing with her death, is submerging myself in writing. I am making improvements to the final draft of Mummy’s Boy and for about a month, I have written poetry, daily.
I don't have anyone to confide in, so I write my thoughts and feelings down. It's extremely soothing, therapeutic. It's at times like this, when I feel extremely empathetic for my younger self. I never had anyone to confide in, that is nothing new. I have to be strong for myself and that is what I'm doing. I need me. I am strong, and I am capable of coping with whatever life throws at me. I don't have a choice. I have to be....