Dear Santa, please bring me....

Elizabeth asked me what I'd like Father Christmas to bring me this year. Hmmmm ... in my head, I went through my checklist to see which I should choose:

1. A bigger house with at least 3 bedrooms
2. A ranking on the New York Times Bestseller List (well, which author doesn't want that?)
3. More relaxed time with my family where I'm not worried about ... anything
4. A beach holiday (we didn't really have one this year)
5. A housekeeper
6. A cook

Oh, the list goes on! But in the end, none of them will actually see me through 2014, and, without going into detail (which I know isn't fair - sorry), I suspect that 2014 might be one of the most difficult years of my life.

So, what I'd like for Christmas is peace of mind. I want to feel peace in my heart and peace in my thoughts, and I want to be able to radiate that out to those who need it. And I ain't been feelin' those chilled out vibes this year - this year has been all about the manic ways of life! So, Santa, dude, a little bit of peace will go a nice long way :) No need to wrap it - I'll take it as it comes.

Your good girl,

Dianna (ready to receive) xx

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Releasing The Past...

Firstly, my apologies for not posting yesterday. I had every intention of doing so in the evening, but I overestimated myself.

I was at a funeral yesterday - a family member's funeral. My partner's mother. My daughter's grandmother. And the service was beautiful, as was the woman it was for. I will never forget, and will always be grateful for, the way she welcomed me into the family with open arms :)

Perhaps it is needless to say that by the end of the day I was exhausted (obviously we all were), but I was, and I didn't think I would be quite as exhausted as I was. I still am in fact. My mind is wandering, I'm restless (despite being tired) and I can't seem to focus on any one thing.

I have Rogue Rider sitting here waiting for me to read it. It's been here for damn near a month now, but I have not been able to start it. I want to. I'd like to chill out for a few hours and read a book from a favourite author straight through, but for some reason, I'm anxious about relaxing. I guess it's because for the past month, we haven't really been able to. So now, it feels strange to...

Cry Of The Wolf is banging away inside my head ready to explode. I just know that when I write it, it'll all come pouring out - it has that feel to it - but I'm not in the right place to write at the moment.

Releasing The Wolf has done really well on publication and I'm over the moon :) Looking back, I'm not entirely sure how I got it finished, but writing can be like that. When you do it, you're in it one hundred percent.

I'm sure I'm being impatient with myself (as usual). I need to let go of everything for a bit and quiet my mind.

So this is me gone for the rest of the night: I am going to attempt Rogue Rider - finally. May the power of words do its thing. If it does, you won't hear from me tomorrow morning either ;)

Dianna x