Apologies and Expectations

When the writing life is full and demanding, I still love it.

Dear friends, 

Your friend Penny is rushing as usual! But, dear June, you flew off in a fluctuating state after chilly winds and stubborn showers. But now the cloudy July days keep me locked up as some feverish, frail if frustrated in-valid. None of that. It is Disability Pride month after all - do read my latest Byline column for more.

But there is optimism on the beautiful horizons here by the sea and more so in my life than in recent times. My energy levels are a little perkier, and as I approach the first year anniversary since my brain traumas, I do feel a tiny glimpse of hope that stability is coming my way.

I have two long juicy Substacks backed up, but alas no AI product can edit my work and neither can it copy and paste directly or remotely into the app. Yet they will come, I promise.

As comrade writers will know, the hardest part of this job is the graft. The long painstaking work of re-drafting. Killing those darlings, to dig out the true precious. Remembering often that less truly is more. But no one has ever claimed it's easy and if they do I would suggest they're not doing it right! Such it is, as I work through the second draft of my novel. I drop in fatigue - but love - so, so love - the journey.

Your support is very precious to me because it makes me feel valued as a writer and a human being. Stories still turn and churn, hubble and bubble in my head, rhymes connect, beginnings and endings set-to in battle. I want to give them all to you, entice and seduce you in. That's my job. I simply ask right now for your patience and understanding.

Very soon, there will be more.

Yours with love and blessings

Penny x