It’s been a while in the coming but I knew it would happen in the end. After almost twenty years, it is time to hang up my blogger’s hat (a nice little 1920s cloche number with rose pink ribbon) and move on to new things. Blogging feels like shouting into the wind these days. I’m done with shouting. I have eight novels to work on and sort out. One completed, three almost completed, two half way there and two mere toddlers but I love them all and they deserve my undivided authorial attention. And I’m preparing ‘Clive and Min’ for a competition, the deadline for which is looming fast. Then there’s my Diploma in Spiritual Companioning, Coaching and Caregiving. I need to give thought and action to where that will take me, now it’s in my hot little hand. It’s the last formal qualification I shall take but it’s by no means the end to my learning. There’s the garden, of course. Ever growing, ever expanding - I spend more and more time out there, looking after my little corner of En...