How I’m Preparing For An Uncertain Future

October 10, 2026October 8, 2026 ~ ChanAtkins ~ 1 Comment

Firstly, I must apologise for not writing on here for a while. There are a few reasons for that which I’ll briefly explain and if you’re still following me here, thank you for sticking around! This blog was the first thing I ever set up to share my writing on, and it’s still hugely important to me, so rest assured, it’s not going anywhere!

In all honestly, my head has been in such a spin lately that it’s been hard to write. At all.

I haven’t written anything on Medium for a while either, despite having so much whirling in my head. I just about manage to write and post my weekly round-ups on Substack – probably because they are quite short and quick to write and follow a sort of template.

I cannot allow myself to write too much fiction at the moment because I am still in the middle of the endless editing…. More on that next week, but I am getting there and Black Hare Valley Book 2: 1966 is edging closer to publication, I promise!

Last year was a tricky one for me creatively. I started to struggle a bit with my day job as a creative writing tutor for children. I’ve had to make a lot of changes there to make it work, and I’m pleased to say that they do seem to be paying off. Again, that’s probably another topic for another day! But the burn-out stretched itself to writing on Medium and my blog. I kept thinking of things to write and then not writing them, which is very unlike me. I definitely lost a bit of confidence and I’m not entirely sure why.

One thing that has been on my mind a lot though is preparedness.

And that mindset and accompanying concerns has led me to writing this post. I am really hoping writing it kickstarts my creativity again when it comes to regular blogging and essay writing!

Firstly, what is preparedness and what does it mean to me?

Preparedness for me simply means planning ahead to make life easier for future me. It really is as simple as that and I think I’ve been doing that for a while now. For example, making two batches of cookies and freezing one batch so future me has some back-up snacks! Baking two loaves, instead of one, and chucking one in the freezer in case we run out of bread and forget to pick some up. Stuff like that.

But in recent months the desire to be more prepared for an uncertain future has really spiralled in me and taken over my life. I wouldn’t call myself a doomsday prepper – far from it – but I do think we are living in unprecedented times which call for us to change our thinking and our habits.

El Nino, climate change related disasters, wildfires and floods, extreme heat, war and conflict, cyber attacks and rogue AI are all here, right now.

Food prices are never going to go down again unless we change the entire system.

I can’t change the world but I can do everything possible for me and my family, and hopefully in time, my community. Preparing for the worst is not fear-mongering, it is simply thinking of future you and making sure everything is okay for them.

Here’s what I’ve been up to:

Vegetable plot/fruit trees/fruit bushes: I planted two apples, a pear, two plums and various fruit bushes when we moved here nearly 17 years ago and I am so glad I did! Though the apple harvest this year has been disappointing, I have managed to grow and preserve fruit from the garden and that feels very reassuring! I am now pretty good at keeping the plot producing year round and currently have just as much growing out there as I did in the summer. I have just added a brand new extension to the plot which will be potatoes and I have plans to extend the plot up the side of the garden to grow even more. I have grown and harvested oats for the first time and I’m planting wheat again soon.

Keeping ducks and chickens: I’m lucky that I have the space to do this and I have recently added to the brood. Two ducklings were born last month and are being raised by their lovely mum, and the chicks we raised in the spring are now adult and laying eggs. Currently I have six ducks and eight chickens. I keep males too so that I can always have more! I have plans for a few more chickens and then I’d like to start selling eggs locally.

Making my own compost: I have one main compost heap and another smaller one that is central in a ‘key-hole’ raised bed. I did still have to buy in compost this year but a lot less than usual, and with all the duck and chicken poo fertilising the land, I am very lucky!

No waste: Or at least, as little as possible! Food scraps go to the hens and ducks or into the compost, or to make things like apple cider vinegar and stock! Egg shells are washed and stored and eventually baked and whizzed into grit that gets added back into their food. It all goes around in a very satisfying circle.

Water collection and storage: We recently bought a second water butt and I would like to get a third in time. I also have another small container that collects rainwater. I also bought two of those water filtration straws to keep as an emergency. I’ve got a small amount of stored bottle water too and I’ve water bath canned some water in jars which can last for decades.

Preserving food: This is a new area for me and I’m really enjoying it! Obviously I have always frozen excess food, but this year I also started drying, canning and pickling! The only thing I haven’t tried yet is fermenting. (Unless you count the cider vinegar) What constantly goes through my head is it’s all very well growing food, but we also have to build up a store cupboard and preserve things for Winter. Just like the old days, I guess.

Keeping a store cupboard: I only started this fairly recently and it has already been a life-saver a few times. We don’t have a huge budget and cannot afford to rush to the shops to stockpile food, water and medicines if the worst happened, so I started small and slow. If I didn’t need a bag of pasta, I would buy one anyway. Old me would look at the cupboards and make a shopping list based on what we didn’t have. Now I do that, but I also add things to the list that we do have. That’s how I’ve slowly built up my supply. I pay particular attention to dried food such as oats, pasta, rice, noodles, tinned fruit, vegetables and meat, and preserving ingredients such as salt, sugar and vinegar. Recently one of our daughter’s left home to start her adult life and had no money for food due to paying out deposits and so on, but I was able to give her plenty of things from the cupboards to get her started and it didn’t leave us short at all. Last week we didn’t have much money, but we didn’t need it because the cupboards are all so full. This week, payments came in, so I went shopping and replaced everything we had used to get it back to the same level. Incidentally, I do the same with the car now. I keep it at half a tank full of petrol at all times.

Being prepared for emergencies: The local wildfires this summer were far too close for comfort and finally prompted me to put together a get-up-and-go-bag. This is a work in progress but so far consists of: a first aid kit, hand sanitiser, wet wipes, bottled water, crackers and chocolate spread, biscuits, cereal bars, dog food and fork, torch, wet weather gear, lighter, waterproof matches, small amount of cash, toothpaste and toothbrushes and important documents in a waterproof wallet (including written down phone numbers.) I have a separate ‘breakdown’ bag for the car, which makes me feel much better as we do tend to a lot of long road trips in our old car… Waterproofs, small first aid kit, wet wipes, hand sanitiser, dog food, torch, cash, cereal bars, waterproof matches, lighter, blanket and warm hats. And for the lounge in case of power outages (which we get a lot of around here anyway) the ‘blackout box’ which is also a work in progress and so far has: candles, tealights and small glass jars to place in, phone numbers, a lighter, waterproof matches and a radio.

There are more things I want to add to both bags and the box but I feel all three will make life easier and less stressful in the event of an emergency of prolonged power cut. I felt better as soon as they were done.

Thinking and planning ahead: It is sometimes hard to think about the future when the world is in so much turmoil but we can’t give up, can we? I think gardening is all about hope for the future which is one of the reasons it is so good for us mentally and physically. Growing a garden proves you have faith in a tomorrow and are actively planning for it. Planting grains such as wheat and oats is a bit experimental for me at the moment but I would love to eventually grow my own chicken food! And of course, my own porridge oats and flour. I am also growing lots and lots of beans, and in particular drying beans, such as kidney, butter and cannelinni. My plan is to have jars and jars of dried beans, as they last up to 30 years! I am also drying and saving beans and seeds to plant again next year. We will get more water storage at some point and as I said, the food we grow will only continue to increase as we gradually let it take over the whole garden!

I totally appreciate that not everyone can prepare to this extent. Not everyone can have ducks, chickens and fruit trees, and not everyone has enough space to grow grains, or vegetables. But everyone has a windowsill and you can very easily grow herbs that you could maybe swap locally for other food. You can grow lots of things on a balcony or in a small garden. People also need to unite together and target their local councils to open up spaces for community growing. This is something I would love to get involved in…

As for stocking up, again, I know not everyone has the budget to do this, but what I would implore lower budget households to do, is just buy one extra thing each week, one bag of pasta, rice or beans that you don’t actually need. That’s how you slowly build up supplies.

What do you think? Am I nuts? Or are you feeling and thinking the same? Have you made any changes to your household to become more resilient? Do you think the governments need to be doing more? Or would that just make people panic?

How To Find Hope In A World Falling Apart

August 19, 2022 ~ ChanAtkins ~ 4 Comments

I was contacted this week by a younger writer who wanted to know how I was able to keep writing when dealing with my own doomerism. In case you are not familiar with the term ‘doomerism’, it basically describes people who have a fatalistic and pessimistic view of the future of humanity. I’d never heard of the term but it makes perfect sense, particularly for younger people. It’s all right for the rest of us, isn’t it? Chances are, if you’re over forty, you’ve had an education, found a partner, maybe had kids, you have a home and a career and if the whole world ended tomorrow, at least you had a life for a while. At least you had the chance to experience a certain amount of things. Younger people quite rightly fear that they won’t get the chance. Everywhere you look, everything is very bad. For creative people this can be a real problem. How can you sit down and write poems or stories when you’re convinced the world will end before you get a chance to share them?

To answer this, first of all let’s take a quick look at the reasons young people are experiencing doomerism.

Climate change – probably the biggest concern for young people today. This summer has really brought it home. Wildfires, droughts, water shortages, crop failure… These things are happening and happening on our own doorsteps. The UK is having its driest summer since 1935 and recently broke the record of highest temperature recorded when we tipped over 40 degrees. We are used to being a wet green country, not a parched dry one. Many counties here have hosepipe bans and restrictions in place and although some rain has now arrived, the dry weather is predicted to go on until October. We had a dry winter last year and if we get another one, we are in real trouble.
The cost of living – another worldwide issue, but one that is really affecting people right now where I live. One of the big supermarkets is about to introduce a buy now-pay later scheme for food shopping. Seriously. Wages are falling as inflation is spiralling. It is becoming impossible here for young people to rent a home, let alone buy one. Our money is not even stretching to cover the basics which means more and more people are working just to live and life should not be like that. It’s depressing. Especially for young people.
Fuel crisis – whichever way you look at it, we are in trouble. The big companies are raking in record profits while UK households are seeing their bills soar to levels that will be simply unaffordable for most. The war in Ukraine has added to the problem with some European countries planning to ration gas amid fears of power shortages and cuts.
Threat of nuclear war – We haven’t been this close to possible nuclear war since the 1980’s and it’s terrifying.

I could probably go on! But I think the list above covers the big ones and hints towards their implications such as food shortages, famine, decimation and extinction of wildlife, recession…

So, not a lot to feel hopeful about maybe? And how the hell could anyone put pen to paper with all this fear running around their head? I mean, with this shit to look forward, why put an effort into anything? It’s all pointless, right?

Nope.

Not to me. And here is why.

You are alive. Whether your life is what you imagined or hoped it would be, whether everything feels hopeless or not, whether you are rich or poor, fat or thin, tall or short, you are alive. You exist. You are here. You didn’t get flushed down the toilet, you weren’t lost to a miscarriage, you didn’t die in the womb or when being born, or as an infant. None of us know how much time we have here but while we have it, we ought to grab it with both hands and make the most of it. Easier said than done, I know, but every now and then just think about it. You are alive. You are the only you. No one else like you has ever existed and no one else ever will. You are a one off.
You are young. A lot can happen in a short time. A lot can happen in a lifetime. It sucks to be born in such a turbulent times but people have been born in worse times. Don’t let it beat you. Refuse to. Fight back any way you can. Be resilient. Be tough as hell. You deserve a life and to be happy just like the rest of us. You haven’t got it as easy as previous generations but you can change it.
Economic and societal systems change. They have before and they will again. We are currently, in my view, at the end stage of capitalism. It’s eating itself and destroying the planet and it can’t go on much longer. But we used to live under other systems and we can do again. Nothing stays forever. Everything has its time and then time moves on. I think we are in for a lot of chaos due to capitalism, what it has done to the planet and to us, but something else will emerge because it always does.
It gets worse before it gets better. I truly believe this. Sadly, humans seem to have to let things get really, really bad before they wake up to what is going on and start to demand change. That’s far harder when the establishment control most of the media but eventually people’s lives become so opposite to what the media is peddling, that they realise they have been duped. This is happening right now with people waking up to the fact energy and water companies should never have been privatised and run for profit. It might take a while to change things to help people, but it all starts with public opinion shifting and it is.
When things are scary, knowledge is power. I like to know what is going on so that I can prepare for the worst case scenario. I’m not exactly a dooms day prepper. I don’t have an underground bunker, weapons or a hazmat suit stashed in the wardrobe, but I do like to be prepared as much as I can. It makes me feel better, less helpless. When Russia invaded Ukraine and there was fearful talk of a nuclear war, I started researching how to survive one. I keep a survival notebook full of tips on how to find water, filtrate and sterilise it, different ways to start fires, build shelters, and so on. I add to it all the time. Anything that might be handy. I buy more basic foods than I need just to keep up a good supply. It might be useless, it might be nowhere near enough, but it is something and it is better than doing nothing because it makes me feel less helpless. One major thing everyone should get to grips with right now is growing their own food and collecting their own water. Hopefully this record breaking summer has woken people up to that.
Words can change the world. Think about the power of words and books to change the world and shift opinions. It’s staggering. Stories are what bring us together and stories help humans interpret the world and respond to it. Writing and other creative pursuits are so important during difficult times. As a writer, you have the power to hold a mirror up to society and let people know what is going on.
Writing is therapeutic. It really is! But you have to do it and commit to sticking to it to really feel the benefits. If you give up on writing or allow doomerism to put you off and consider it pointless, then you’re going to feel even worse. Writing can help you, so let it. Write about your fears, your hopes, your anger, your disappointment. Pour your thoughts, emotions and dreams into characters and stories that will carry the weight for you.
Writing allows an escape. Just like reading, when times are tough, writing allows you an escape into another world. I love my other worlds and I feel the longing to escape to them whenever I’ve had a stressful day. Those worlds are your creations and you can control them and vanish into them any time you like.
Don’t lose hope. Despite everything, we have to hold on to hope. Sometimes it feels like the world is full of bad people and not worth saving but I think tough times bring out the best in people; something more primal and ancient emerges when our backs are against the wall. I always remember a quote I once came across that said whenever you see a tragedy, look for the people who are helping. It’s simple but true. Cars crash on the road, people stop, phone the emergency services, run in to help if they can. Natural disasters occur and people rush in to save strangers. Everywhere that something terrible happens, you will see ordinary people helping others. It is in our instincts to help and protect each other and I still believe that most people are good.
Fight back. Join a political party that shares your concerns for the future. Volunteer, spread the word, or just bring up the conversation with your family, workmates or in your place of education. Conversations need to be had about where we are all going so why not start them? You might just make a few people think about it for the first time. In short, if you give up, the bad guys win and we can’t let them do that.

I hope this is a helpful list to any young people feeling understandably anxious about the future right now. Is there anything you would add to it? Feel free to comment and share!

One Toothbrush – A Tale of Days Gone By

August 12, 2022 ~ ChanAtkins ~ 8 Comments

At my mother’s house, there is just one toothbrush in the bathroom. And I think about that a lot.

I noticed it a few months ago and it hit me hard. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. It’s become a sort of marker in my mind of life, death, time and family. I realised that one toothbrush is my future.

My mother brought up four children, five if you count the one that wasn’t even hers. At one time she would have brushed her teeth at the end of the day, weary, perhaps frazzled, and there would have been seven brushes in the pot. Then six. Then five when my oldest sister left home. Then four when my father left. Then three, two and then finally, one day, (surely a day that was hugely significant and heartrending for her, but didn’t seem to register at all in my mind…) there was one.

And one day, this will happen to me. Assuming I outlive my husband, after all my children have grown up and left home, it will be just me. Where once there were six toothbrushes, there will only be one. Mine.

And now I think about this every time I brush my teeth and look at their brushes, one less already since my eldest left home for University. One less again when my next daughter leaves in September… One by one, they will all fly the nest and one day, it will be just me.

I think about how that will feel…

Sometimes when I’m really tired, when the demands have come thick and fast, when I crave just a few peaceful minutes to myself to pull myself back together, I look forward to being alone. I’m quite a solitary person and I don’t mind my own company at all. As the years go by I find myself becoming even more introverted, and even less likely to socialise or mingle with crowds. I imagine what it will be like to wake up to a quiet, still house. To go to sleep at the end of the day alone. Sometimes it doesn’t bother me at all. Other times, it fills me with shock and dread. Shock because it slams home how short and fleeting this one life really is, and dread because I sometimes feel motherhood has defined me, so who will I be when they have all gone?

I guess I will find out, just like my mother did.

That single toothbrush caught me off guard. Made me see my mother in a new light. I had never stopped, not once, to think about how she must have felt as we one by one drifted away. I had never, until that moment, stopped to wonder if she ever feels lonely, living alone. Waking up alone, going to bed alone. I felt a surge of guilt and then a surge of fear. That solitary toothbrush stood for so much. A life lived in love, giving more than taking, nurturing, protecting, feeding and clothing and then at the end of it all, sitting alone in a small house, with one of everything.

I wonder how often she looks around and thinks there used to be lots of pairs of shoes in the hall, lots of coats on the hook, lots of mugs in the cupboard, lots of voices and songs and footsteps and calls in the night. I wonder if she wakes up in the morning and thinks, what shall I do today? Who needs me? Is it liberating or lonely? Or both?

I will one day find out.

I have loved being a mother. But I have also understood that a big part of being a mother is learning to let go, almost as soon as you hold them for the first time. They grow so fast and growing is always a form of leaving. They start to crawl, then walk, then run. One day they pull their hand out of yours in case their friends see. One day they tell you not to kiss them in public anymore. One day they ask if they can go out on their bike without you. One day they leave home and you have no idea where they are or what they are doing most of the time, and you have to live with it. Because they have to do it.

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At the moment, my eldest is almost twenty and living in another country. I miss her but I want her to do exactly what she is doing. My second eldest will be leaving soon too. My household will shrink again. My eldest son will be going into his final year of school next month and will be making decisions about what he wants to do with his life next. He doesn’t need me for much these days, but I am very lucky that he does still want me. My littlest baby is no longer a baby, no longer so little. He grows taller every time he walks in the room. He has started to strive for independence lately; taking showers by himself instead of me running him a bath, riding his bike down the lane alone, rushing ahead of me to prove he can do things. It’s even harder letting go of the littlest one, but let go I must.

And what I must also do is prepare myself for the time when they have all gone. When I wake up to a quiet, still house just as my mother does. When I go to bed alone and hear no voices or footsteps in the night. For a time when I barely have to run the washing machine. For a time when I only buy the food that I like. For a time when I no longer walk around the house picking up stray shoes, bags, books and toys. For a time when I don’t find random piles of stones and sticks in strange places. For a time when at the end of the day, there is just one toothbrush and me.

I hope the way I feel is pride tinged with sadness, a dose of nostalgia mixed with relief that my time is my own. Imagine how much more writing I will get done! I hope this is how my mother feels at the end of the day when she reaches for that solitary toothbrush. I hope she feels a surge of pride for bringing us into the world and then sending us on our way, fully equipped. I hope she knows it was a job well done, despite the hard times and tough times. I think that I should tell her how hard that one toothbrush hit me, how much it made me think of the speedy retreat of days gone by.

Guest Post #8 Dreaming Of Another World

September 25, 2020 ~ ChanAtkins ~ Leave a comment

Dreaming of Another World is a new feature on my blog where I welcome a fellow writer or blogger on to talk about their hopes for the future, post Covid-19. During lockdown, I wondered whether other creatives felt like me – like another world was possible and could just be glimpsed once we were forced to stay still. I’ve had a great response and each week I will be publishing a post written by a guest – sharing their thoughts, feelings, experiences and hopes during this strange time. How have they coped during lockdown and has it changed their lives in any way or made them yearn for a different kind of world? Today please welcome fantasy author Fiona Phillips.

DREAMING OF ANOTHER WORLD

Like many people, I watched the news on the Covid-19 outbreak in China with an initial ‘oh, that’s interesting but it doesn’t affect me’ attitude. China was way too far away and remote to make any difference to me and mine. Wasn’t it?

Of course, that wasn’t true. In what seemed like no time at all, the UK went into lockdown. Life, in many ways, came to a halt. Workplaces closed their doors, as did high street shops, bars, and restaurants. Schools sent their pupils home. Colleges and universities followed suit.

Personally, I was in shock – I don’t think I was alone in that – and scared. I checked in on family and friends, gathered my husband and teens around me, and waited.

Weeks turned into months. Shock turned into acceptance, and even a little joy in the new, pared-down, quieter world. And then, like so many other people, I began to wonder what our new world might look like.

Community

To my parents, community was everything. Their community included family – near and far – and friends. It included neighbours and the local shops. It even included the people they worked with, and the faces they chatted with at the bus stop or in the newsagent each day. Community was just a given. It was there.

Changes to the way we live nowadays though has gradually chipped away at that community, or at least that concept of community.

What became increasingly obvious during lockdown was how many of us re-connected online and through video-calls. Our family visits to see my mother-in-law, for instance, have been replaced by regular video-chats, with her dog and ours joining in with their own yip-yapped conversation in the background. Friends have taken advantage of group video calls to ‘meet up’ for quiz nights or cocktail parties. Even TV programmes like Staged have followed the trend.

Whether it’s by phone, video-chat, email, or plain old letter, most of us have realised how important it is to check in on each other.

I hope that the ‘new’ normal will see that continue, not so much face-to-face community being replaced by online community, but the ongoing communication lines we’ve established during lockdown. I hope we continue to care about and stay in touch with the people we know, even if we don’t see them every day.

Lifestyle

Pubs, clubs, cinemas, and theatre.

Visits to the park, team-jogging and walks in the countryside.

High-street shopping, coffee shop meet-ups and restaurant date nights.

All of those changed during lockdown. The things that I missed the most were not being able to meet up with friends for a coffee, no family cinema trips, and the end of meals out with my husband.

But then, as human beings do, we adapted. Our local theatre – the Story House in Chester – started a streaming service and held a drive-in film viewing. Our favourite restaurants turned into take-away services. Netflix and the like saw a massive uptake as film nights out became film nights in.

With so many children at home and workplaces closed, families had extra time to spend together. One of the mums on the estate where I live spent time crafting with her two young daughters and set up a treasure hunt, leaving hand-painted pebbles and pine-cones created by her girls for other local children to find.

With only the necessary shops opens – supermarkets, corner shops – the ritual of retail therapy on the high street ceased for the most part. Of course, it was replaced by online shopping – Amazon has never had it so good – but with incomes reduced or at threat by the lockdown, a lot of us buttoned our purses and relied on the necessities to get by.

The lockdown made me consider what I needed, rather than what I wanted.

Work

As a work-from-home author and copywriter, you might have thought that my work-life wouldn’t be that different during lockdown. What did change was the balance between my two roles. My copywriting clients either shut up shop during the lockdown or decided that they couldn’t afford to outsource their blog posts and social media content.

With little work on that side, I found I had a lot more time to spend working on my novel. By the summer, I had emailed off the first draft to my publisher and started to plan a non-fiction book.

My husband is employed but works remotely from home. The main difference he noticed was the growing number of his colleagues working from home too.

Flexible working, including remote working, has been an increasingly popular approach to work over the last few years. Or rather, it’s been popular with employees. Businesses have generally been less eager to jump on-board. 2020 may well have changed that.

Businesses can’t ignore the fact that many of them have been able to operate during the lockdown with a remote workforce. As a result, employees may now be able to prove that they can do their job perfectly well from home. 2020 was their dry run.

Ordinary People Doing Extraordinary Things

During the lockdown, it was easy to feel powerless and that you couldn’t make a difference. That didn’t stop some people though.

From the high school boys who began a free food delivery service to the elderly in their community, to the ‘shop’ set up in a garage by the locals on my estate for residents who couldn’t get out or afford supplies, ordinary people have shown how wonderful they are.

I was lucky enough to be invited to contribute to an anthology to raise money for the NHS Charities Together Covid-19 appeal. 2020 Together: an Anthology of Shorts has to date raised over £500 and is still selling.

My Writing

My debut novel, Haven Wakes – published by Burning Chair last year – is set ninety years from now in a world that has overcome global warming and rising sea levels and is assisted by a plentiful supply of robots.

This summer I finished the follow up novel in the series – as yet untitled – and I extended the effects that environmental concerns had had to that world. For instance, to guard against rising sea levels, most cities built up, raising their skirts to a safe level. But what about villages and rural communities – what would they do to survive?

The lockdown got me thinking about how writers might reflect the pandemic in their novels. There’s no denying the fact that if your novel is set in our world in 2020, it’ll be difficult to write about school-days, picnics in the park, or big, lavish weddings.

I haven’t mentioned the pandemic in my latest novel, but that may change in future edits. The effects of the Covid-19 lockdown may be relevant in other books in the series too.

Any author writing novels set in the 2020s and beyond will have to factor in the pandemic if they want to keep their readers’ feet in this world.

Dreaming Of Another World?

2020 has been a challenge, but at no point have I wished for another world. This world is what we’ve got and if the pandemic has proved anything, it’s that there is a lot to be grateful for right here.

We just have to remember what we’ve learnt through the lockdown and keep it going.

Thank you so much to Fiona for coming on The Glorious Outsiders and sharing her thoughts on lockdown and the future. If you would like to know more about Fiona and her books just follow the links below!

Fi Phillips is a fantasy author and real-life copywriter living in North Wales with her family and a cockapoo called Bailey.

She likes to write about magical possibilities.

Connect with her online:

Website – http://fiphillipswriter.com/

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/FiPhillipsWriter

Twitter – https://twitter.com/FisWritingHaven