They’ve all gone out. I’m working on the edits to Book 4 with only the call of woodpigeons from somewhere beyond the garden to distract me. No little fingers inputting strange words from my keyboard.
Book 4 is a romantic tale. Here’s the beginning:
Branwin often felt ever-so-slightly out of things – there was a family of five ghostly Ghastlys, a group of three Skeletons, but he was the only vampire.
Branwin could change from a bat to a person and back to being a bat in a few minutes. He liked being a bat and hanging upside down. It gave him a funny fuzzy feeling to see everything the wrong way up. It was out of that funny fuzzy feeling that his very best ideas came.
One evening, after a large meal, he was hanging upside down from the curtain rail in the long room. His tummy made gurgling, grungy noises.He was a vegetarian vampire, and he was too full of tomatoes, not to mention the side order of red onions. He was just about to slip into a light snooze, his bat eyes caught a movement in the road outside.
A lady was running fast from the restaurant end of Chamber Road. Her hair blew out, and she wore a long black dress and a cape. She kept turning her head, as if there was someone behind her…
Barbara Godwin 