I know it’s been a while, and I apologise for that, but finally here I am ready to spill the beans, pour my guts out, share my journey etc etc.

But before I do that, please indulge me as I have  a little hissy fit. I HATE IT when my blog provider changes how I set this page up, without warning me! AAARRRGGGHHHH!  Right, back to the scheduled programme. (I know I’m probably one of the last Australians to choose to still spell things like an Australian not an American, but someone has to hold the flag.)

I’m still writing book three. My publisher will be pleased to know I’m approaching the end but there’s still some scenarios to be played out. I’ve really struggled to write this one. Every now and then my brain has just gone, “nup!” I think it’s a combination of things but the biggest killer of creativity is stress. I wish I didn’t get stressed so easily. I wish I didn’t get anxious. But I do, so …

The Old Boy is retiring this year and his last official Sunday service will be on April 7. Not long now. As our congregation is still technically “homeless”, renting the use of another church in the afternoon, this has caused a great deal of angst in our hearts. It doesn’t feel right to leave when things are still unresolved. We also have been trying to get ready to sell our house and buy something smaller so we can look after it even though we’re old farts, and the mortgage will be paid off. This is not as easy as it sounds.

Then, early in January, the Old Boy’s mother started to decline. It suddenly picked up speed and after less than a week of visits and then bedside vigils, she died. The funeral was over a week later, and I had the privilege of giving the eulogy. She was the last of our parents to go and I’m not handling this death as well as I did all the others. I think she might have been the proverbial straw that knocked off the camel. It’s very hard to get the brain to write about donkeys, dragons and stupid armies at a time like this.

Anyhoo … I’m trying to soldier on and get “Dragon Home” finished. What a day of rejoicing the book launch will be! Maybe I can hold it in our new (to us) home.