Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

It’s no secret that I’ve been going through some fairly major black dog visits recently and we seem to have dragged each other to a crossroads. So I’m standing here with Bippy the Black dog obediently at my feet looking at the signposts.

The trouble is I wrote several books in quick succession which met with reasonable success. I haven’t run out of ideas. Far from it, I have sequels lined up and  a completely different genre forming an orderly queue. No, the two problems I face are my brain, the physical, co-ordination side of it and social media.

Since my stroke and my coma after the motorbike accident I have found it nearly impossible to write more than a short article. The ideas are there but getting the words onto the screen is painful. I have tried dictation aps but they are American and turn my BBC English into…