What started with a simple object in a ten minute writing exercise, grew into the outline of a character in my head. Her name was Doris.

As a writer, I spend a lot of time in contemplation - sometimes if I am honest, it tips from contemplation into overthinking.

As we stand on the verge of another year, one we all hope brings some positive outcomes, I find myself turning to my writing again.

What season would you chose as your favourite? Do you feel an affinity with any particular time of the year?

I kept reading that people were using this enforced time of solitude to create in many different ways, from sewing to sour dough...