The book blanket grows. These 25 squares are my first draft squares. Somehow, someway, I found enough words and ordered them into enough sentences and paragraphs to finish the first draft of my book.

If I were a novelist I would have written a big fat capital lettered THE END after I typed the last word, but because I am not a novelist, and because the last chapter I wrote was the middle one and not the end one, I didn't.

And even though I am only half way through this book making process. Even though I have lots of edits, some research, lots and lots of making and HEAPS of photo taking ahead of me, I have finished the first draft of my book.

And at the risk of sounding a bit show-offey (I'm sorry) I'm a little bit thrilled. Partly thrilled that this bit is over, partly thrilled that I was actually capable of it and partly because it means the days spent alone tapping away on my computer are numbered.

The first draft bit of my blanket is now big enough to be folded up, used as a lap blanket and hung from a tree. The words of the first draft of my book have been sent in a word document to my editor.

I am both excited and terrified for what the next 25 squares of book making will hold.

Big love and thanks so much for your kindness.

xx