Today is an exciting day.
In what is turning out to be a productive year, I have managed to strike two things off my very short bucket list.
One was a trip to Antarctica - a never-to-be-repeated once in a lifetime experience that will stay with me until the day I die (which hopefully isn't any time soon).
The second is this. I wrote a song. It's my third one actually but... not only did I write it but I took it all the way. I have had it produced and as you will see from the nifty little download button to the right, I am hoping all my dear readers will see their way to parting with $2.50 to download it. (You can also download it from Spotify, iTunes and other streaming services).
All proceeds go to Mental Health Research.
Now some people who heard my own pathetic attempts to caterwaul this song were less than complimentary. In fact, the girl I work with was positively rude. My eldest son, Harry, seemed to think the song was miserable.
Well it's not...
As I said today: At any point, I could have given up, but I have kept going.
We. Go. On.
A very special thanks too, to my good friend and fellow breast cancer survivor Mary Holdsworth who encourages me to pursue these creative whims. Mary is herself a wonderful country singer and has been there for me since day dot, providing her patient advice and counsel even as I sobbed my eyes out.