Me on my bike 

Slippin and slidin..

Today I fell off my bike and got muddy.. when I got home, my mum was angry cos I had mud all on my clothes and she made me wash them.
My bike fell in the canal but I didn't; I managed to save it before it sank.
I like falling off my bike, it makes me feel young.. tomorrow I think I will climb a tree.

Number One Fan

That's you Kerry.

your words of encouragement are a motivating force. I started Touching Wood (originally called 'Stories for boys') back in 1995.. it was one page of a screenplay (Rob pooing in the woods). This turned into a novel and 9 years later I am up to 210 pages (which doesn't seem that much does it!).
I can honestly say for the last 12 months, I have left this story pretty much alone on my hard drive, maybe picking at one chapter, but writing nothing new. Since posting those few chapters on the messageboard a couple of months ago, and with your help, I have been writing almost every day.. but more importantly these four boys are alive now.

I really appreciate your comments Kerry, it helps having an audience (as small and loyal as it may be) and your thoughts are most welcome.. I am happy that you are enjoying Touching Wood.

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