Good news!

My novella "Full Circle" is sitting with the editor. I have a book launch date - 27th November at Exclusive books in the Pavillion - Westville:
I am so exited! To whet your appetite here is an extract:

Bandile was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling, his right foot rested on his bent left knee. He aimed his soccer ball at the dull oblong mark on the ceiling. As he looked closer at the ceiling he could see less defined spots surrounding the mark. The more he practiced the better his aim. Lately his aim was getting better so the centre spot was becoming more defined. He took careful aim and threw the ball at the mark. Bullseye! As he caught the ball he aimed and threw it again and again. The monotonous thump, thump, thump had a mesmerising effect. The perspiration was dripping from his face. He knew he should be doing his chores but it was so hot outside and Durban's humidity was killing. He wished they had a pool. If they had a pool he would mow a bit of the lawn, jump into the pool, mow a bit more and cool off again.

"Thump, Thump, Thump" went the ball and Bandile's thoughts travelled back in time to the shack where he had lived with Aunt Patience, Uncle Lunga and mom and dad. There were no roads where they stayed, only dusty pathways. When the winds came dirt and dust swirled around his shack but Aunt Patience and mom had always kept the hut spotless.

The rhythmical thumping of the ball on the ceiling helped to carry Bandile back in time. He could remember sitting outside in the dust playing with his wire car. He couldn't remember who had given it to him but he loved it. The chickens were always very curious, peck pecking away around his feet. Sometimes he got very cross with them but most of the time he just ignored them.