Yep ... as well as lurching from day to day without actually knowing what day it is, I’ve spent the last six weeks brushing up on my French.

If everyone has a book in them, but all most of us need is time to write it, then maybe self-isolation and hanging out at home has a sliver-lining, after all.

From young adult fantasy to historical non-fiction; from novels to novelettes, editing work is never the same. Here, I’m celebrating the talent and tenacity of several authors whose stories have very recently become ‘real’ books.

I’ve just said goodbye to my little brother, David. It still feels surreal – I expect it always will because I just assumed he would always be there.

I've read a lot of reflective blog posts this month: people looking back over  the year and the decade with it. I'll certainly take personal stock - at some point soon - but I figured it would be far more interesting to hear from Bhola's Children.