I don't think I'll be able to make my deadline for Footprints in the Sea Vol 4 though but I'll keep at it.

I mentioned in my blog in July that I would be merging the novels in my two Kindle author's names under Frances Penwiddy and the first of these will appear on my Amazon Kindle page next week. It's a light comedy fantasy tale but is not trans-gender related though I think a sequel may be. It is very tongue in cheek and brings reality into collision with myth. For those of you who visit my Amazon page the title is Pagan Sunrise and subtitled The Chosen One and is the first of nine non TG books and I will let you know as I edit and post the others from time to time.

I have been working on a series of TG short stories and novellas which I am hoping to post before Christmas and of course the current volume of Footprints. Long term I have an idea for a horror story that will involve TG themes and the final volume of Vesta's Hearth. The problem I have with ending a story or series is my lack of resolve. As soon as I type in the final full stop, I start missing the characters and start a follow up but I suspect I am not alone with that problem.

This weekend is my birthday and I understand that the age I reach at ten minutes past midnight on Sunday is one that many people count as a milestone in their journey through life. Not me because it marks a temporary end to my teen years; currently I am seventy nine-teen, on Sunday I will be eighty and will have to wait until I reach eighty four-teen before I am a teenager again. I suppose I'll spend four years wearing brocade and whalebone corsets and being a grumpy old zimmer framed, supermarket aisle blocking, blue rinsed old fart before I can don my poodleskirts and petticoats again.

Thank you to the people who gave me advice on bridging the gap when Virgin Boadband let me down at the last minute. I am connected currently by Zen Internet. Broadband to the street box and then copper wire to the house. It is slower than having fibre optic into the house but not so much so that I can't live with it for a month or two.

Love, Frances
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