Happy Belated Thanksgiving!

As we have two US citizens in the Heroine Addicts it only seems right that we acknowledge Thanksgiving. It isn’t a holiday we have in the UK and I know that Canada has theirs in October but I think its great to have a day when we stuff ourselves on turkey… hold on… that is Christmas isn’t it?

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Ahhh sorry, I think it is great to have a day when we can look back and give thanks for every thing that has happened to us in the past year.

Things I am thankful for:

1.     My friends – including the lovely Heroine Addicts

2.     My Family – they are the only ones you get so treasure them

3.     My Health – am fitting fit and thankful

4.     My Writing – it might get tricky and other things get in the way but I’d never be without it

5.     My Flame – he survived a massive health scare earlier this year. He’s still around

What are you giving thanks for?

Please come back on Sunday to hear from Susanne

Paper Cuts and New Flames

New Flame and me first time round...

I have endured a month of agent rejections which felt like death by a thousand paper cuts washed in lemon juice. The first wasn't too bad, the second was ho hum-ish. When heading into double figures I was wilting and it stung. Luckily (and who would've thunk) work got crazy busy and very successful as well. I dived in and it helped. A little.

It hasn't helped that I haven't seen New Flame for four months. It has been a long four months. He isn't much of a writer so we have been skyping like crazy. It is an interesting way to develop a relationship. It feels a little like old fashion courting. You talk lots and find what you have in common but there is no touching. Just lots of yearning. It feels more intimate...

But that is all about to change... I am counting down the hours (at the beginning of the week I was counting the sleeps) until I see him. I have overpacked my suitcase. I have had a haircut. I left excited behind sometime ago and am now orbiting exhilarated. I'm also, if I'm honest, slightly scared. What happens if it isn't the same? What happens if the flame has died? Silly but I can't help myself.

But when I see him at the airport tomorrow night I know I'll have sweaty palms and my heart will be racing. And I'll have a massive cheesy grin on my face.

And of course the writer in me will be hoarding these feelings and experiences and wondering how they'll fit into a story.

Whilst I'm off on cloud nine Susanna will be here on Sunday.