Readers and reviews…
When I discover a reader who has ‘found’ my books, who has actually expended money on a book I have written, it’s a wonderful feeling…
When I discover a reader who has ‘found’ my books, who has actually expended money on a book I have written, it’s a wonderful feeling…
On this dreadful day, as we all wonder about Paris, a post such as this has little relevance.
I wrote it before the events in Paris and offer it up as a gentle escape for a short while…
I’m a light sleeper.
But lately, owing to a brief illness, I have been sleeping like the proverbial log. My head laying on the pillow, eyes closing and the next morning, waking to not a wrinkle or fold in the bedding from a tempestuous night.
Tonight, however, is more like old times…
Further to the view that identities shift and change depending on circumstance – an idea aired in the previous post , I sat and thought more about my own situation, trying to pinpoint the exact moment that I began to acknowledge myself as a writer…
As an addendum to the last post, I have thought a lot about reinvention lately as I talk to younger folk than I about taking life by the short and curlies and making it your own…
Over the last few weeks, I have had issues with my upper spine, the cervical spine – C4 , C5 and C6, very close to my neck. This has been exacerbated by use of the laptop as I transcribe large chunks of Tobias from paper to the computer, editing the first draft in the process…
In between writing Tobias, I’m in the throes of making chutney from the largesse from our orchard. We’ve already frozen stacks of nectarines and apricots for all things jammy, desserty and cakey. (That word – cakey. Reminds me so much of the late M.m. Bennetts – writer of the most extraordinarily good historical fiction set in the Napoleonic Wars. Cakey was definitely her thing.)
I was fortunate enough to have been sent an ARC of Posie Graeme Evans’ new book, Wild Wood, over the summer and sat in my little coastal eyrie having one of those experiences that I love with reading. You know the one – where you can’t wait to go to bed at night to read the next chapter and the next?…
Been a pretty tough week in my neck of the woods this week. So what sustains me?
The dogs…