I’ve always liked the idea of flying pigs. Long ago, when I wrote my first book, SPILLING THE MAGIC, I created a unique world for flying pigs to live in. A world made up of ninety-seven multi-coloured mountains floating in the air. For me, in essence, that is the true magic of writing books. You get to go anywhere you want, real or imaginary, and you get to do anything you want when you get there. How fantastic is that? My journey as a writer has been great fun and a wonderful adventure. However, I have no plans to write more... With any luck my books will always be around in some form, for those of you who wish to find them. To leave my fingerprints upon these pages I thought it might be interesting to preserve my blogs, particularly those which help describe the creation of my work. So, please continue to enjoy them... To the many readers who have appreciated my books over the years I give my heartfelt thanks. Ours was always a partnership (because a book without a reader is no book at all). I count myself blessed. And please don't forget, pigs really can fly…