Love is a complex thing; some say you can easily fall out of and then right back into the maelstrom of emotions.

Perchance you can, possibly you cannot.

I think the answer for those who strive to tell tall tales, is that indeed you can.

Writing can be, even at its absolute best, a love hate relationship, each instantly interchangeable with the other.

At times paternal pride illuminates the very page you’ve written, and then as the spinning coin comes to a halt, the uppermost side is one of despondent shame.

Peculiar lot writers – maybe that’s why they’ve such a penchant for frilly shirts, opiates and dramatic “oh, I die a thousand times tonight” hand gestures… Percy Bysshe Shelly take a bow!

So, on this pendulum of extremes, where are we today?

I think I’m all doe eyed and happy.

The scribbling is a joy, the words (even the wrong ones) are all welcome.

Readers still elude me, agents still reject me, but my lover she is true and her embrace as warm and comforting as it ever was.

So, my fellow travellers – keep the faith, enjoy the ride, and stay safe!