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It's been a while

There's been a gap of some twenty months since I last wrote anything here.

Basically, as you can see by my previous 2-3 posts, I lost my puppy-boy, Bodie. I grieved, cried, wrote down every single blessed memory of him I had, and cried some more.

In-between, life, love and light gathered.

Our much-longed-for Little One arrived. Bodie is our sky-angel, and Indi, his sister, is our earth-angel. We're a family of four. In my mind, we'll always be a family of five.

Then, in quick succession: I took a new job, we made a giant move interstate and we moved from the four-season climate of the Blue Mountains in New South Wales (emphasis on the freezing-cold bit of the four seasons) to the tropical north. Brisbane, Queensland, where heat, humidity, frangipanis, poincianas and very mild winters reign. For the past year-and-a-bit, we've been building new roots - as you do when you start making the unfamiliar everyday familiar - so you can live in it with some comfort.

One of the big things I brought north with me started life 3-4 years ago. It's an anthology born of an online collaboration with three fabulous writers I met on the Twitter writing community. It's called Falling into the Five Senses and the stories are themed, appropriately enough, around the five senses. We each wrote five stories on each one of the five senses. I wasn't sure I would ever get it finished but I did, and it's now in the big wide world. Obligatory links: Amazon and the antho's website.

The words haven't flowed fast lately, but pre-empting new year resolutions and such, my aim is to find my words a bit more often and a bit more easily.

I'll see how I go.


ReeD

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