Anniversary

Or, a whole year of publishing a blog every week.

A bottle of wine on a table with some candles in a loungeroom during the evening.

This week I’ve been so swamped with work and family stuff that, I have to confess, it’s been hard to squeeze any blogging in. I’ve somehow managed to write a few paragraphs of the novel but I’m right up to the last minute with this blog.

I do think it’s worth noting that it’s been a whole year since I’ve been sending it out to my lovely subscribers every week.

I love this blog. I love that it lets me practice my writing, exercise my voice and explore topics I’m interested in.

And I love connecting with you, my readers. It matters so much to know that you’re there and you’re reading. Thank you for being part of my journey.

This week I’m fresh from a brilliant writing workshop called ‘Finishing a book project’ from Writer’s Victoria and I’m excited and inspired by the client work I’ve got on. I’m still on a high because The Age published a piece I wrote about driving my electric car. But I’m still only two-thirds of the way through Proust – I’ve made good progress with it in amongst everything, but I can’t wait to finish it so I can get to the rest of the books that are piling up around me.

I’m not going to write any more now because it’s late and I’m having a glass of wine. Just know that I’m raising my glass to you and am thanking you again from afar. Cheers!

Much love, Lyndall