London Lives

The clocks have gone forward, there is a definite sniff of spring in the air today. It’s one of those beautiful soft sunny days that never appear to really blossom, but remain fat with promise. The neighbourhood cats are sitting nonchalantly on the pavements (and stalking the nearby woodland). I have been the good citizen this morning and filled in my Census form.

March has been reasonably prolific for me: I’ve completed a short story, a piece of flash fiction and a piece of micro-fiction. I’ll see how these do in competitions. Meanwhile, I’ll focus on some new work. I’m carrying around plenty of ideas in my head, jostling for space. I need to carry on getting them down, honing them until they feel something like complete.