This month has been a bit of a whirlwind, and in the ‘stuff getting blown about and messed up’ kind of way, rather than the ‘swept of your feet by the awesomeness’ kind of way. That’s not to say there hasn’t been some awesomeness in there!

And, to be honest, I’m certainly not in any position to complain – especially in light of all of the tragedies of recent days and months. It’s a sad old world sometimes, and I’m grateful to all the people who make mine a little nicer.

I had my birthday, which was lovely, and Flight of the Turtle was published, which just happens to have one of my stories in it.

Work has been less lovely and can really only be described as quite stressful, which always makes me want to get over my fear (and desire to save money!) and jack in the towel and attempt freelance, but I’ve worked hard to get where I am and I’m not sure I’m ready to give it up. Also, I’m a scaredy cat!

I’m on the road to getting over one of my fears though: with two training sessions to give for work and three public readings coming up in the next couple of months, I’d better be able to finally vanquish the fear of reading aloud anyway!