That's the thing about the web; you're out there, and I'm here inside this post. If you read it, you (maybe) will hear me talking to you. Words run from the ends of my fingers just like they come out of my mouth - sort of... but it's like telepathy. There'll be no sound but what you give them.
And, at last, at last I've logged into reaching out again. A few years ago I used to blog quite a lot. Then I got all blogged-out. Now I'm back and that's because, of course, "The Dressmaker" will be published soon. I'm eager to re-connect. To say hello. To find out if the story works.
So, if you read it, let me know what you think. I'm grown up. I can take it. Promise.