This blog has been a while in the making. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to write about. Do I share some of my fictional writing – part of my latest work in progress for example. Or some writing from one of my other witchy mystery series? My writing isn’t just fiction, I’ve always written other stuff – my observations, naturopathy, and witchy tips.

I could write a blog about how much anxiety affects the lives of people all over the world. Or that technology is driving me crazy. The amount of time wasted, going around in circles to make sure all my author things are up to date and organised. It’s not the best use of my precious writing time.

Am I procrastinating? Probably. I am ignoring my housework. It will be there tomorrow, or the next day. There’s a delicate dance – the balance between getting everything done and giving in to overwhelm.

There is one thing I’ve learnt about me, during my challenge to write and publish a book a month. I’m stubborn to the point of being too hard on myself. I’m also unrealistic. I’m honestly not sure if I’ll make it – a book a month for the rest of the year, but I’ll try my best. Next year, I’ll pick a different challenge. I do think that my writing is improving, although some days as I edit my words, I’m not so sure. I had a rough plan at the start of the year. Let’s see what the rest of the year brings.

For me June is bittersweet. The first month of winter is the best month, and the worst. The best because it’s when my first born made me a mother. The worst, because my father passed away in June, and because my journey as a mother has been more than a little rocky.  

I’m selfish. I want to speak to each of my four children. On a regular basis. I want to know how they are going, that they are happy and healthy. I want them to know I love them. More than anything, I want to be able to contact them on their birthday and wish them happy birthday.

Two of the projects I want to finish this year are strongly connected to this topic. They are the two books that are the hardest to write. It’s why I have three and a half Blackwood women books out this year. My other two works-in-progress are still there; I just need to finish them.

Relationships scare me. The closer the family member, the more overwhelming it becomes. While this is why I write, it makes it difficult to complete some works. Even the story that I desperately want to complete.

Tomorrow is the thirty-fifth birthday of my first born. Until I write that story, it’s back to writing about Daisy Blackwood and her magical, mysterious family and their secrets.