A little like this
Work in progress. Slow progress.
Writing a novel is surely making me a better reviewer. And a kinder one. This process is hard. Without the time luxury to write in large chunks, I fit in hours or two when I can. Which has produced not quite 20,000 words in just under a year. Already I am sick of the thing: […]
The magpie
I guess the magpie is the cause of yesterday’s morose mood, as witnessed by that previous post. Well, what’s left of it: a mangled pancake. Broken feathers. One of the joys of moving back inside a city, from living regionally, next to a beach, was the fact that I can walk to most places I […]
Onwards
A swim in the ocean, hours in an empty house glimmering ahead, kind and encouraging words in the response below… I am ready to work! So long, Internets. I shan’t pass this way again today.