In early December I will self publish my first novel. 

I’m still quite busy preparing for that, though it’s a pretty small affair.

I’ve been thinking about it. The whole thing. First, I didn’t think it would actually happen with all the health and life challenges. I mean, I was writing things and then forgetting what I’d written thanks to fibrofog. I know people say ‘sure that happens to everyone’ but this is different. I couldn’t remember words I used often, I got confused and then I found it hard to concentrate on top of all the pain and exhaustion.

In hindsight, I’m not sure how I did it. I’ve been so exhausted, in pain and fed up.

I have this weird thing where I must finish anything I start. So there’s that but there’s also the love behind the story. I wrote it for my grandparents and I really wanted to give it to them as a token.

I’m marvelling at the thought. That we are so much stronger than we think or imagine. And often, if we find the right motivating factors our will shows itself to be bigger and far more indomitable than any challenges we face.

Keep on fighting.

Gentle hugs :) x