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Time Out

Thanks for taking the time to read 'Home Thoughts Weekly'. With a book to finish and my mum needing help to move house next week I've decided that something's got to give. I want to deliver a 'What's Next?' book not a 'So What?' book so I'm taking some time out for the next few weeks to give 'Fighting the Tide' my best shot.

Best wishes,
Chris

Comments

Milla said…
Oh, Chris, I'll miss you - you're one of the ones I always turn to, but I understand your reasons. Do come back when you're done. WW is strict, but I'll nip down and unbolt the back door for you. Good luck with it all and ... Missing You Already Now.
Tattieweasle said…
Good luck Chris - drop us a line when you can and tell us how it's going!
Will be thinking of you and willing you on!
Take care
Tattie Weasle
Un Peu Loufoque said…
Good gracious woman, get that head down and get on with it how on earth am I going to boast that I know you the world famous author if you don't buckle down and finish the B thing!! Chop chop now!!!
bodran... said…
With them all there!! Get on with it!!! and come back soon xx
And if i'm scooting past your area i will let you know, i've got to get as much use out of it before it goes to bed for the winter!!xxx jo
Anonymous said…
Gosh, that was a bit of a blow on my return to blogland! I do hope things work out for you, the very best of luck for the book. I can see you signing it now.

Take care and hope to "see" you again in the not too distant future.

Crystal xx
Cait O'Connor said…
Good luck with the book, I look forward to your return when it's done.
Caitx
Frances said…
Chris,

I totally agree with all the comments already sent to you.

Definitely understand why you are sending the adieu, but cannot wait to say bien venu to you!

Best wishes with the writing, and all that other stuff with which life is so filled.

xo
Flowerpot said…
Good luck with the editing Chris. Take care!
Very best of luck. Just like Milla I always look for your blogs and will you while you are away! Will be thinking of you - let us know how you are getting on.
lots of luck
Elizabeth
Suffolkmum said…
Best of luck with it all Chris, I'm missing you already too! I seem to be having a bit of a break too, though I didn't plan it. Really looking forward to catching up with you in a few weeks (and of course looking forward to queuing for the novel).
Hurry up will you...who else can I discuss shoulders with for goodness sake?
take care, bum on seat and just remember your public await you!!

Jane
Unknown said…
Fingers crossed for you and look forward to your return :-)
Pondside said…
Come stay with me when you do your book tour and pass through the Pacific North West. I'll consider my sacrifice in missing your blogs as my contribution to the novel!!
Zinnia Cyclamen said…
Sometimes a blogbreak is essential. We'll all still be here when you get back. Hope it goes well.
Very sensible decision, Chris - I envy your application - although you'll be sadly missed on the purple circuit.

Very much looking forward to seeing FTT in the flesh - let us know as soon as you have any idea of dates, etc.

Very best wishes & hope to see you back here soon.

LBD xx
CAMILLA said…
Best of luck with the book Chris, see you when you get back. Shall be queuing for that book written by our very famous Author.

Camilla.x
Maggie Christie said…
I will miss you too! The very best of luck with 'Fighting the Tide' and with your Mum's house move.
I'll look forward to your return,
Mags.
Pipany said…
Oh pooh, you're off for a bit. Ah well, I do understand I suppose - book has to come first. Good luck Chris and really looking forward to seeing you back again xx
Exmoorjane said…
Chris, all power to your pen (or laptop!)....give it your utmost.... Then come back and tell us all about it - serious bragging right, girl!
Lots of love
Janexxxx
Posie said…
Good luck with the writing Chris look forward to your return. Posie

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