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Home Thoughts Weekly has been neglected this year, left on the shelf while I’ve been busy with other projects both professionally and personally. At the same time I’ve also noticed that the longer I’ve left it, the easier it is to put off writing the next post. Thinking about it, the slump probably means that somewhere along the line, the blog’s gone a bit stale. 
What to do? Well, 'Home Thoughts' has brought me a publishing contract and new friends, it’s served as a mini newsletter for further-flung family and been lots of fun. So, rather than ditch it, I’ve decided to shake the mix up a bit, to blog weekly, on a Monday – a sort of Start the Week blog if you like – to widen the themes and invite some guests along too. The revamped blog begins tomorrow with some news I’ve been waiting to share, please join me when you can.

Comments

Jane Lovering said…
I shall be there, all agog!
Janice Preston said…
Looking forward to it already, Chris. Another perfectly legitimate reason for procrastination!
Claire McC said…
It'll be a wonderful way to start the working week, Chris. See you tomorrow! :) x
Jean said…
oooh sounds exciting. I'll be there too!
Cait O'Connor said…
I'll be there tomorrow.
Liane Spicer said…
Looking forward to more of HTW, in whatever form it takes.
Chris Stovell said…
Aw, you're very kind, everyone. I do hope it lives up to it but thanks so much for giving the new Home Thoughts Weekly a fair wind in its sails!
Frances said…
Gosh Chris, you are so kind to keep the rest of us in your thoughts. I do know that there's always lots going on in your life.

And...i see tonight that before I could leave you this comments, you'd already posted another blog.

Signing off here so that I can read your update.

xo
Preet said…
I'm excited to see this new direction Home Thoughts Weekly will take. :)

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