Writing next week . . .
This is why writing takes a second seat right now. There’s beaches, lots of them, blue skies, water and swimming and I try so hard to feel guilty that I am not getting on with the editing but I just can’t. Tasmania is a delight with its coastlines and deserted spaces and summer or winter, one can always find a stretch where there is no one or just one other person. Husband and self walked along the beach and I tried to think of plot, characterisation, pace . . . the best I could come up with was to store reactions to the senses.
There is always next week, next year. Happy New Year everyone!
And happy New Year to you, Prue. Looks fab!
Just dropping by to say good luck with your writing and wishing you a GREAT 2010
And to you Louise. Many thanks for dropping in.