What's been happening?
Life. Life has been happening. At the beginning of last week I had a to-do list with 17 items on it, many of which were the worst kind - about money (the other worst kind, of course, being houseworky.) I've ticked them all off except two.
And writing. I've been writing at least 1,000 words a day. I've now written 27,361 words of the first draft, and I'm feeling pretty pleased.
I did take a day off last Friday to spend with a friend who is German. We went to see two films and we coloured eggs for Easter. It's a German tradition that she and her husband do every Easter, and I loved it.
This is the one I chose to bring home:
The trouble is that I can't bear to break it open and eat it.
It's a possibility that my friend, who has made her home in Derbyshire for the last 12 years and who wanted to live here till she died, will have to go back to Germany because of Brexit. Meanwhile, a member of my family who lives on the continent is applying for Irish citizenship so he can carry on living where he has for more than 30 years. One of the items on my list was to find my Irish grandmother's birth and marriage certificates. Brexit! Aaarrghhh.
I'm finding this post hard to write. My writing fiction head is so different from my blog-writing head. And that reminds me of a quote which is not pertinent to that last idea but which I do think is true:
“A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.”
I'm sorry for this right strawy epistle. I'm out of the habit, friends.
Lastly, I came across another quote thanks to Jenetta, and I liked it so much I'm planning to make a colourful collage of it, when I've finished the novel.
"I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions."
Dave doesn't like the quote. He says the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Comments, please.
1 comment:
Your perspective resonates more with me. Perhaps because I am a deeply flawed person.
LRH
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