Hello everyone,

Well, that’s January done and dusted for another eleven months. I was going great guns with dry January, not a drop passed my lips till Storm Eowyn descended in the early hours of Friday last, and wreaked havoc in a lot of the country, and didn’t leave West Clare out. The entire town of Miltown Malbay was cut off from civilisation for nearly 3 days – no electricity, Internet or phone, so things were a little harsh, with the temperature dropping and more wind whipping up just when Eowyn was whirring off to put the fear of God into the UK. So on Friday night, with candles burning, I decided to cheer myself up with a nice bottle of red – I hasten to add it took two candelit nights to polish it off, and thankfully power was restored on Sunday afternoon, and I left the drinks cabinet alone after that. So dry January minus two days – I’d call that a win!

And February is launch month for Moving On, so in between the first draft of the next (up to 40k words and all going fairly well, as well as first drafts generally go) I’ve been writing bits for newspapers and magazines to coincide with the publication, and on the 6th I’ll be launching in O’Mahony’s Bookshop in Limerick – all welcome, 6.00pm! – and being interviewed on various radio stations around that date, and I’ll be on the tellybox the following week, so it’s all go. I love when a new one comes out, and the wait begins to see what sales are like. It’s been getting good reviews by book bloggers, so the signs are positive.

February is also the month when the garden stirs … I’ve been spotting buds and shoots, and signs of poppies and primroses returning, and last week I bought some very early tulips in my local supermarket, and a few days later a friend gave me a bunch of tightly closed daffodils she’d found in the Limerick Milk Market, and they’ve just opened and are sitting on my kitchen table as I write (pic), and you’ll have to take my word for it that the scent is glorious. Roll on the longer days, the blossoms and the blooms, and hopefully summer will be kind to us this year, and might even bring me the new house I’ve been hunting for since the middle of 2023. We can only hope.

Mind yourselves, and happy spring,

love

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