Well, here I am back again. I can’t believe it’s been so long since I posted anything and for weeks I was wondering whether we ever would move or whether the chain would break before completion. It dragged on but we have moved and there are plenty of jobs afoot. The urgent ones we are getting on with and they should all be completed before Christmas. Then we will have a rest because the next lot of jobs (new windows excepted) are for the new year and will be the ‘nice’ ones. The bits of decorating we want to do to put our stamp on the place and Mr H is busy planning in his head how he would like the garden to look. I just want to be able to get to a washing line at present and have the moss removed from where I have to walk. Easily pleased! In the writing world things will gradually get back to me doing some writing. I have one book on hold but I am hoping it will be out before December. My new novel, Remember When You Loved Me, will be out in late summer next year. I have people waiting to read that and it is about a third completed (first draft) When it is all down on paper that is when the hard work will begin. And my play The Bus Stop, is on (2 nights only) in Poynton and Romiley on the 1st and 2nd November. If you’re interested check out the events page and book yourself a ticket. Rehearsal for the play begins next week so I am busy getting myself ready to be there and see how it all goes. A new cast member will be in this production and so it will be interesting to see if the character of Keith, changes slightly. Actors always, it seems, have their own ideas about characters. They might even differ from the writer’s idea but usually the two can become one and no one will be able to see the join by the time it comes to a performance. And now for a complete change, I mention this as it has been talked about recently by author Phoebe Morgan. If any of you have read my first novel, About Us… then you will know what I am talking about. and if you read the post I shared yesterday about Impostor Syndrome, you will probably know where this is coming from. My books are independently published. Empress is my own imprint. It is because of this that I have self doubt, or so I thought. I am wrong in this. A lot of traditionally published authors have the same feelings. The feeling that they are kidding people into believing that they are writers. That they are not so worthy to be called a writer or an author. Today as I was setting off for a bus.( I no longer drive and sometimes miss it, particularly when it is wet like today and then you learn that the road you are waiting on is closed further up and the bus won’t get through. There is nothing on the bus stop to indicate this. You have been short changed!) I was stopped by a lady who has read perhaps half of my titles. She had just bought About Us… on Wednesday. ‘I have to tell you I am thoroughly enjoying About Us… I took it in the kitchen, in the lounge, in the bedroom while I was doing my hair. I can’t put it down!’ I thanked her for her comments and told her that I was pleased she was enjoying the book. I was sincerely pleased. I knew my face must have lit up as I smiled. Her words were good to hear. Perhaps then I am a real writer. This morning I believed it. When will the impostor return?
