It’s been a busy week so far and, I don’t doubt, it’s only going to get busier as we are hosting our first wedding at work this weekend.
Last weekend we went for dinner with Howard’s father, siblings and grandparents, which was nice. We’d meant to see them a few weekends previously but things hadn’t worked out and so we’d ended up rearranging plans.
However, it ended up being a lovely meal and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. Will be nice to meet up with them again soon.
It’s been a busy week. As you guys know, my MOT was due on my car. Sadly, it failed, but it only failed on one thing and it only had one advisory, both of which are being sorted today (huzzah!), which means my lovely Alba will have a clean bill of health. After all, she’s getting driven an awful lot more than she was before, now.
She also took me through to see my parents on Sunday (and drop Mr Bear off at his mother’s so he could help them move furniture). It’s nice actually having a day on a weekend where I can see my other half and family who all have regular working weeks. It also meant I got to go to the garden centre with my parents where I bought some pretty heathers amongst other things.
Mum also got me a fairy door as you may be able to see above.
Writing has been pretty slow progress this past week. Obviously, I’ve had a lot to take in with the new job and, sometimes, that doesn’t leave as much mental space as I’d like to form new words on either Lightning & Power or Calling The Wolf.
However, as I write this, it’s amazing to know that the next book I sell will be my hundredth book sale since I began. I know that doesn’t sound like much, but, so far this year, I’m already only eight book sales away from beating my total books sold last year, which is absolutely amazing!
That’s also only seventeen book sales off my best year (2014) total!
Continue reading “Slow Progress, Daffodils, & Impromptu Nights Off”
Petals drifted slowly downwards as spirals of pale tears in the soft blue light. They carpeted the floor, catching like raindrops in her loose hair. She expired, breath brushing the petals gathered by her face.
She felt dizzy as if she’d been twirling around and around before falling from a great height. Memory served no purpose.
Eyelashes embraced with a careless blink. She watched more pink slivers flutter to the silvery ground from the cherry tree shading her fragile body. The tree felt familiar in some way, but she couldn’t understand why. It was like grasping at something that only appeared in the half light.
Her hand moved to her chest, settling above the place where her heart lay. There was something missing that she couldn’t place.
It was lost.
