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Dear Readers,

As you may know, I was forced to take down my Word Press author website because of the advertisements. I prefer an ad-free environment in which to share stories, poems and writing updates. 

Which is why I have made this site on Blogger. On Blogger, you get to choose whether you want ads or not. A Basket of Hope and 'n Bekertjie Vol Hoop are still up and running in case you missed out on any free reads. (You can find their links on my About Page.)

I am still writing a few shorter pieces here and there, but my main project at the moment is The Mocha Mermaid. I am not sure what the final word count is going to be. With God's help, I am planning to just enjoy the writing process and not worry too much about how long it's going to be. I believe it will be as long as it needs to be in the end.

Along with that, I also have an inspirational fantasy story on the back burner. Please pray for me, that I will write words which honour and glorify God, and that each story or poem will draw people closer to Him.

As a result of these large projects, I have restricted myself to writing only poetry in Afrikaans at the moment. I will publish these on 'n Bekertjie Vol Hoop, God willing.

I have a flash fiction piece lined up for Monday, which I will post here on the website. To consolidate things and to make my life easier, I will not be posting new English content on A Basket of Hope.

I apologize once again for the removal of The Mocha Mermaid from the Blog. This is why I usually say that I will do something if God so wills it. It is so easy to take on too much, and so easy to become overwhelmed. 

Thank you so much for your love, prayers, and support.

Alison 💜🤗💖🙏


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