I still haven’t worked out what to do when I grow up! I’m mainly a writer, an artist, and a fairytale dressmaker with various crafty hobbies! Here (and on YouTube) I share bits of my life, thoughts, and what I’m learning along the way. Let’s find magic and inspiration; join me for this creative living adventure!

 

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Cam Girl

The advantage of having a broken foot is that it has given me the ideal opportunity to get some writing done. I am re-visiting a book a wrote a few years ago, that now needs updating and re-editing. I’ve got three weeks till my foot is hopefully healed, and I’m aiming to get it finished in that time. The title is Cam Girl. Here is the first paragraph:

I pick the book up from the passenger seat and lean it against the steering wheel. ‘Keep your tool clean and in serviceable condition. After use, always wipe off any grease.’ I flick through another couple of pages. ‘And listen to this one,’ I say, ‘Pull off the control knob and locate the mounting screw. Are you sure you bought the right kind of manual?’

 

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