I have been shut away, researching and writing, always my favourite part, often wearing my dressing gown or oldest track suit and hoping that there won’t be a knock on the door before 11.00 a.m. . . . delicious.
The days where my hand won’t move fast enough are now gone for this particular book, the drafts have been done and it’s flying off for the very first edit, always a scary but good feeling.
I’ve added words in the garden
deleted words sitting on the steps
scratched my head at my good desk
and at my work desk
consulted my precious collection of special picture books by special friends and authors
and as always, I’ve taken my story for a walk, reading it out loud without falling over (a small miracle.)