I've found that during lock down that my urge to write comes and goes. The best way to describe it would be that it's a bit like running out in to the snow to play then the next day, you go out to do the same and the snow has melted.

I know that being a full-time carer to my son does take a lot of my time and I'm completely okay with that because I just want him safe and happy.

Yet when I get the urge to write, this time on the follow-up to 'Mother, Dearest' that's called 'The Man Who Died Twice', it's like I can't stop. I'm already flown past page 200 and past the 50,000 word target I set for the end of the month. I'm proud of that. Granted this first draft will take a lot of editing, they always do, but it's great to see the progress I've made on it as it grows in front of me.

But then, as quick as the urge comes, it's gone again and I find myself unable to write for days and even weeks. It's rather strange but let's be honest. It's a strange time we're in isn't it?

I hope I find you all well and in high spirits.

Are any of you reading any good books in lockdown?

I'm currently reading Flighty by H.D.A. Pratt and am quite enjoying it. It has a lovely, innocent quality to the writing.

Stay saucy, stay kind.

Pat