The Metamorphosis of Elissa Brown is my first and, at present, only completed novel. The idea for it popped into my head when I was a teenager. Many years later, I had a baby sleeping and a husband working nights and found myself wanting to write. The discipline to keep going when my eye lids drooped and baby cried, failed and rekindled relentlessly until I finally managed to finish it and publish on Amazon.
Since then I have totally ignored it and feel dreadful.
Now I cannot look at it. I love this book but it feels like it has been buried in Pet Cemetry and returned a disfigured version of its former self. It lurks in the drawer whispering about neglect and betrayal.
Steeped in motherhood I am working on a children's book about a Cornish mermaid. Hopefully it will sit on the shelf next to my novel...hopefully.