On the Easter weekend

I love Easter. It’s a big festival that carries so much less stress and weight of expectation that Christmas. There are hot cross buns and Easter eggs and Simnel cake and a family roast lamb lunch to look forward to, and everything in the garden is bursting into flower. I get up before daybreak to go to the early service, walking to church in the milky light through the hushed streets with the dawn chorus filling the air. We light the paschal candle and process into the church just as, since the dawn of mankind, human beings must have carried this precious flame into their holy places, marking the passage from winter to spring, from darkness into light, from death to life.

My novel, The Resurrection of the Body, takes place over the Easter weekend and mirrors the Easter story. Why not write your own story set at Easter? And if you do, why not send me the result?

Happy writing – and happy Easter!

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