Hello again, as you can see I'm not a prolific blogger as it has been ages since I last posted. But here goes. I don't really post in sequence like a diary so anything I think of at the time of writing will go into this.

I've just had my report back form the NWS and, although I have a bit of work to do on the ms I know where I'm going with it. And, as usual when I have to revise my work, it is ripped to shreds and usually ends up being something completely different. I don't intend to do this at the outset - in fact I threaten myself with deprivation of chocolate or the odd (?) glass of wine if I change it too much - but it is a compulsion, or maybe an improvement, who knows.

When I get into the story again it becomes that thing that eats away at you until you are only vaguely aware that somebody (usually human, e.g family, friends, milkman etc) is speaking to you and you have given a vague nod to what they are actually saying. Now, if I were a famous published author that would be viewed as a noble characteristic, as I would be deep in thought for my next bestseller. But, as a humble, albeit long serving apprentice of this genre, I am viewed by all and sundry as a bit of a dreamer - or, in plain terms, an air-head. Hey-ho, back to the grindstone.

Oh, I believe there has just been an Olympic games tournament this year. Hmm, I seem to have missed that one! Must get out more! Speak soon, Sheila.