Holiday…
What does a writer do when she’s having a holiday away from fiction for awhile?
She picks freesias as a reminder that spring is only 6 weeks away!
She looks at the view over the Derwent River from the house in town.
It’s ready, it’s on the shelves!!!!
‘Once Lady Ysabel Ce Courcey had thought that if she had been a trobairitz, she might have written a song about herself – her courage in the face of adversity that would have had the men and women in any noble hall sighing as they listened.
I have separation anxiety.
When my editor asked me to do a tad more work on the last chapter of G2, I grabbed it and ran with glee. Happy, content and thrilled to be back with friends.
Sad, isn’t it?
Editor’s comments so far:
‘Once again – everything works. Every. Thing.
Pace, plot, character actions and dialogue, narrative POV voice, structure, tension, all carried off to perfection with sublime imagery.
Winterlight at House is something else. Summer light is wonderful, the sun’s high in the sky and it’s warm but it’s more diffused.
In winter it’s pure and clear.
Got up this A.M and fell in love again with winterlight.
Damned cold today. 7 degrees Celsius (44 fahrenheit). Rugged up and hopped behind OH on the four wheeler to feed out to those of our girls with child!
It’s been the toughest summer and autumn and we’ve got to the hard end of our pasture so we feed out our own hay cut from summer 2011 when we had grass ‘as high as an elephant’s eye.’ Plus barley harvested in 2011 from our own crops. But mainly sheep pellets which are a grain mix and which the girls think is chocolate!
Found beach re-sculpted after last week’s heavy seas.
OH walking with Old Dog.
Young Dog collecting shells.
Now believe it or not but if you look hard there is a faint black line out to sea, almost dead middle of photo. That’s a Southern Right Whale. My camera is a toy one and takes terribly ordinary long distance shots, so you really will have to ‘believe it or not’, as you like.
The hardest thing for me to do as a writer is to say goodbye to the story. Once its written, once it has made its way from the brain, through the fingers, to the computer, and even though there is more work to come with edits, I find leaving the characters behind exceptionally hard.