I’ve never entered a photography competition before. A year ago I wouldn’t even have considered it. But now I have and you can vote for my entry here: Royal Parks photo competition

I have also finished my latest round of editing for my novel so that’s going to be off to new readers soon. I’m so pleased and proud to have worked so hard on it and I have learned so much about my own writing in the process.

And the best part? I get to start a new story! Let the note taking begin.




So, last week was hard. Maybe this week will be too. Migraines are kicking me hard and I am treading water, trying to stay positive and, most of all, trying to keep going.

I did not anticipate the start of this year being so full of illness (of all kinds, take your pick) but also so distractingly full of incredible wildlife encounters. As a result, I have not finished my novel as planned. Instead of getting despondent I am giving myself a deadline – the next draft must be finished by the end of April. I feel good just writing that because it’s doable but it means I need to stop letting myself be pulled in a hundred directions and focus more of my healthy time on editing. I can definitely do that.

Doesn’t mean I won’t be getting out and enjoying spring though! Not a chance.



I have been working really hard on editing my novel. Lots of hours being poured in and a lot of the rest of the time I have been sick which means I haven’t drawn and I have taken precious few photos.

I am planning on working on a big orca drawing in the near future and I am hoping to start work on a new novel once the bulk of the editing is done for the last one so there’s lots in the pipeline.

But for now, I have some pictures of this incredible beauty. More creative content coming soon!



The trouble with free newspapers

I made the mistake of reading an article

on congestion getting worse by road and rail and air.

The article did not go so far as to say too many people

but that’s the point, isn’t it?


The article was quick to disappear along with my breath,

lungs tighter and tighter on my own, not so crowded, train.


Then I saw a suited man, all ironed pin stripes and neat hair.

As he moved through the carriage, a flash of pink

caught my eye, bright socks in the gloom of a grey morning.

I smiled and the panic retreated just enough.


All is not as certain as some would have you believe.