Tough week…
Been a pretty tough week in my neck of the woods this week. So what sustains me?
The dogs…
Been a pretty tough week in my neck of the woods this week. So what sustains me?
The dogs…
It’s Valentine’s Day and it’s raining outside.
What to do after one has exchanged chocolates with the love of one’s life?
What does one do in January, albeit the end of the month, and one’s eyes are tired from writing and the weather is disastrous, cold and so very NOT summer?
One hops in the car and heads up the coast to wave-watch…
For many tourists and weekenders, Maria Island is a great place to visit and observe. Looking from the mainland shore – “The island (could) seem one of those places … that belong to a life in which (one might) never take part.”― Arthur Ransome, Swallows and Amazons
Sometimes it’s great to just leave research books, pages of writing and notes and the computer far behind and spend the day with family, just thinking of nothing in particular. Trust me, the muse was there. How could she not be with the beauty of the place? But she was as prepared to just ‘be’ as I was…
I’m not really a cook.
Not at all.
As a writer, I don’t buy cook books, and I make the same favourite foods over and over again.
Much prefer to dig over a vegetable patch or unpick my embroidery mistakes…
*Play this song whilst you read this post.*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Swnp4NOitxs
My first ever friend was at primary school – Sue – and she and I remained friends forever. Till she sadly died of cancer a few years ago. When I went to visit her for the last time at her home on the farm, it was just before my first book was published and I sat on the edge of her bed and she took my hand and said ‘I’ll be watching Prue, and I want you to do this and do it well. You were always the writer at school.’
Sue died the next day and I remember leaving her farm and driving through the gates and onto the dusty road and then pulling over and sobbing that such a vibrant person who took so much interest in everyone else’s lives should be leaving us…
My writer’s day, catalogued in the previous post, mentions embroidery which is pretty important to me. It, like writing, is something I will do every day (night actually) without fail. Some women pick up knitting needles or the crochet hook. But me? I pick up a needle and thread.
It’s an odd thing really…
Being An Average Day in the Life of a Writer
(Not including domestic dramas or farm!)