It's difficult, of course: when you've got your deadlines (seemingly impossible); your daughter (teenaged!!); your domicile (bills, bills and more bills); your dog (who is still poorly in a very worrying way)... to find the time. But actually I do really like posting when I can. The blog serves as a record to counter my atrocious memory, but more importantly as a connection to you, whoever you are, reading the things that I write.
And there is something wonderfully gratifying when I meet new people and they already know me. It gives us an easy familiarity upon which to become friends. There is an openness, an honesty.
So London was fun and very busy. As usual it was a case of scheduling as many meetings as I could for the short time I was down. I'll come back to those meetings in near-future posts, as well as catching up on all the other things that are going on with my writing a little closer to home. But there is one meeting in particular that I'd like to quickly mention here as it was, quite possibly, the sweetest meeting I've ever had.
It was my first ever meeting with artist Keara Stewart, who I'll be collaborating with on a graphic short-story over the coming months (more on that in future posts too). Keara is utterly and magically lovely. She's the kind of character I'd write into my Nesta Philips picture books: slightly timid, yet at the same time wide-eyed and bold, with a heart of gold and a soul that billows out to fill the room, though I don't think she is remotely aware of it.
Keara gifted me a beautiful plant, that I now know is a Solanum Thurino but which I shall call 'My Little Orange Apple Tree'. Admired by all as we made our way through bustling London, it's now settling down for a quiet life in the north, a constant happy reminder that some people just make me smile :)