My book is written. It must have taken longer to edit, tweak and check it, than it did to write it. It is ‘in production’ which means that I get snippets of information on the publisher’s website, a glimpse of what is happening. The cover has been designed. But I am not known for my patience, despite being a Taurean. So when I eagerly log on to the website in the morning and find that nothing has happened, I want to nudge somebody. Whisper in their ear ... remember me. My book. Me, me, me.

I got the idea for a book about fairies a few years ago. I have a long garden and the bottom third is sectioned off. I call it the fairy garden because I like to think there are fairies living there. I’ve always been drawn to images of fairies, butterflies, dragonflies. And I’ve often wondered, just wondered, where it all comes from. The folklore about fairies and dragons. Did somebody make it up, or maybe, just maybe, there really is something else out there.

I have a very good friend who is a medium, she sees and hears things that I cannot explain away. I don’t have any particular faith, and I don’t believe in organised religion. I don’t like people telling me what I should believe, especially when they can’t prove it. Perhaps that’s the stubborn Taurean in me after all. But I have my own ideas, I watch, think, listen, learn. And my first book, the first in a Trilogy called Faebles, is the result of these thoughts.

What if there really is another world out there. Just out of reach. We don’t know that there isn’t. No science can disprove it. We don’t know everything, we don’t know how birds know to migrate, how a baby knows to be born, how to suck. How we know how to breathe, smile, laugh, cry.

So ... what if there really are lots of worlds, lots of people, creatures, life ... all sharing the same space. After all we switch on the radio and we have sound. We switch on our wireless laptop and we are connected to the whole world. We switch on our SatNavs and they are connected to satellites that are suspended in space. We can’t see them, we can’t touch them. But we know they are there because somebody told us.

So how do we know that there aren’t other things out there. A world similar to ours. Inhabited by people just like us, except they have wings. Fairies. Just because we can’t see them, doesn’t mean they don’t exist.