Someone made a good point on social media the other day. We authors should work together. Readers don't JUST read one author's work, they read many. If we can help them find other good books to read, we will not be losing them; they were never OURS to begin with.

My son caught me attempting to twitter when I should have been making lunch and just floored me with the bottom lip. Bad mother! Apparently he gets round the girls at school in the exact same way and he's only 9! Lord help us when he gets older; he's going to have them eating out of the palm of his hand.

So it's Twitter now. I've been bullied into it. Don't know what on Earth I'm doing. What I do know is by the time you've checked your e-mails, done Facebook, read and written Blogs, scanned through Goodreads, looked for any new reviewers to thank and Tweeted, the day is already half over. What ever happened to actual life? I miss it.

This is my secret world. No one knows I come here and that's probably the way it will stay. I whinge sometimes about all the promo and hassle that goes hand in hand with publishing formally, but I know I'm very lucky. I have been given the chance to share my stories with a major publishing house and I never  for a minute imagined I would be able to say that. Thank you, 'God of lucky breaks'. Thank you.

Well not quite the wilderness, but I've been a long time busy. I was picked up by Harper Collins in the spring of this year and am now writing for their romance imprint Harper Impulse. Now I have finally found my voice, I intend to speak and find the love a little more. Happy days!