I can’t believe it’s been almost twelve months since I last blogged. In many ways it’s been a quiet year, my writing has been slow, therefore work wise I haven’t had a lot to report. Yet on the other hand, quite a lot has happened.
Last November I left France and headed back to the UK, just in time for the run up to Christmas. I had a fabulous time with the family. Seeing my Grandchildren open their presents on Christmas morning was wonderful, and being back in England meant I’ve been able to spend lots of quality time with family and friends over the last few months.
It was early in 2016 that things started to get a bit weird and although I wouldn’t normally broadcast any personal issues going on, I think on this occasion I’m going to break that rule, especially for all you women out there.
I must admit, I’m one of those women who takes my health for granted. I’m never sick, almost never tired, I never have cause for concern; which is probably why I didn’t keep up with my cervical screening. Anyways, I decided to book myself in for what should have been a routine test, only to be told it was abnormal and that I needed a biopsy. This was followed by the need to have part of my cervix cut out, and although I wish I could say the story ends there, sadly I can’t. Having recently had a follow up screening, I’ve been told there is still cause for concern and I have to go through the whole thing again next month. However, I’m not worried, the infallible side of me is still confident. And I’m not telling you this because I want sympathy, I just want all you women out there to go get tested if you haven’t done so in a while… PLEASE!
Anyways, come the middle of the year my publisher closed down and from that point on, sadly, two of my three novels became no longer available. You’d think after the health stuff I wouldn’t sweat this, however, it somehow felt more of a big deal.
Then came Brexit. Wow, I didn’t expect that outcome. After a bit of research we found out that Robert can remain an EU citizen thanks to his Irish roots, as can the kids if they choose, being entitled to Irish passports as they are. Unfortunately, that just left me. Only being a spouse, I’m entitled to no such thing. It has always been our intention to move to France, lock, stock and barrel. So after a lot of discussion, most of it about the unknown and the ‘what ifs’, I packed up the car and came back. Not quite on a permanent basis yet, I just have to hope a regular presence here makes a difference should there be any funny business.
In the meantime, it would seem my writing mojo has returned and I’m in the process of licking my WIP well and truly into shape.
Watch out publishers, I’m coming to get you! x