It's a bitterly cold night and I'm in my cosy study surrounded by personal 'treasures' - I wonder what you have collected in your own writing spaces - and I'm in the small market town of Ludlow on the border between England and Wales. This is an area called the Welsh Marches, probably well known by all you medievalists. It's a wonderful place to be with ancient villages bearing magical names, manor houses, and a ring of magnificent castles built by Edward to subdue the Welsh, the poor misguided man.
My adventures have included mother, artist, professional actress, minor minister in the C. of E., teacher, bank teller in Africa, published poet and short story writer, and now a poor old would-be-famous authoress of children's novels. I've written three, and a couple for adults, no luck so far, but never mind, I shall keep trying.
Hugs, from the Churchmouse....
My adventures have included mother, artist, professional actress, minor minister in the C. of E., teacher, bank teller in Africa, published poet and short story writer, and now a poor old would-be-famous authoress of children's novels. I've written three, and a couple for adults, no luck so far, but never mind, I shall keep trying.
Hugs, from the Churchmouse....
