Christmas Greetings

Here's my all-time favourite song.

I wish you a "willow" for all the times you need one. Click here if you have enough download for a four minute music video.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Very Happy New Year, Carole!! Hope your new year is as interesting as the one just past. Keep writing, you are magnificent!

Liz M
Friday, January 02, 2009 1:38:00 pm
Unknown said…
Thanks Liz! Lovely to have a compliment like that! Happy New Year to you too.

Love Carole
Friday, January 02, 2009 3:00:00 pm
Minotaur said…
Hey Janet, hope you had a grand xmas and new year. I did, I got to hold a baby which then spat up on me... and my cousin Mikey went over to the dark side whilst my other cousin Tracker came back from it. Happy days.

So, just writing to catch up dear. I noticed you haven't left any comments on my blog, hmmm. No matter, how did you go with your re-enrolement. Did you get into publishing, because that is a good class. You could put your novel together in it you could. How is it anyway?

I've started writing my new novel, you know, the one with the names your thought so highly of... I hope. I've got nearly 5 chapters and a pro-logue written. I like my prologues. They're life savers.

Anyway, hope all is well... and I take it you're the one I'll be bribing to get into this years Avant hey?

Have a good one Janet.
Cheers, Minotaur
Friday, January 02, 2009 4:15:00 pm
Anonymous said…
Hey Minotaur,

Good to hear from you. Remiss of me to neglect your blog. Shall have a squiz in the next day or so - promise!

Glad your writing is progressing - excellent.

And yes, I'll be on the Avant team. I'm partial to anything chocolate coated.

Families - they're tricky at the best of times.

Have a good one yourself.

Love Janet
Friday, January 02, 2009 10:05:00 pm
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