I'm not really here.
I'm really here...
...and much as I lament the distinct lack of blogging over the past few weeks, my stiff word with myself has been somewhat successful. The latest draft of the novel had an enormously out of shape middle and only two hours of strict writing a day - that isn't all I do, by the way, although, imagine, she says, drifting away for a few moments to the top of a fluffy cloud, the number nine fluffy cloud, with pen, paper, and tea on tap and not even a hint of a spreadsheet or PowerPoint and especially no slightly grimy bathroom as distraction - has managed to shrink and tighten it to a more acceptable shape for its first appearance in public. But there's still work to be done. We're not talking six-pack yet, more of a slight bulge where you could imagine there might be a six-pack lurking underneath. Meanwhile, my ever patient first beta readers await their copy of This Remarkable of Days and I feel the least I can do is get it to them before the first Christmas cards are dolefully staring upwards, expecting to be written.
And thus, I'm even more grateful to be appearing on the Greenacres Writers' 'A Conversation ...' this week. This fabulously successful and busy reader and writers' site was set up in 2009 by a group of writers based in Finchley and features book reviews and interviews with a whole host of fabulous writers, a whole heap more interesting than me. The questions were intriguing, thought-provoking and made me smile and I just hope I've done them justice. You can read the interview here.
Meanwhile, any ideas of what you'd take up to your Cloud Nine? I'd love to know!
Cloud nine…
ReplyDeletePeace perfect peace the whole world over
Love sweet love and especially
Hugs and kisses from David
A perfumed cottage garden in full bloom and bees a buzzing
A sweet tortoiseshell cat called Bluebell sitting on my lap
The sound of pebbles on the beach as the tide comes in and goes out
The wind in my hair on a crisp Autumnal day whilst out walking in the countryside
A Bach Cello concerto, a gospel choir and Rod Picot on tap
The taste of ice cream, a Sunday roast and a larder full of delicious foods ready to cook up delightful meals for any guests who wish to visit my cloud nine!
The feeling of the sun kissing my skin
A pile of good books and a host of creative crafts
That magical feeling the night before Christmas with glowing candles and twinkling lights on the tree
Galloping horses on a secluded sandy beach
Most important (and selfish) of all… a cancer free me!
Oh, you have made my day, that is the best comment on my blog, ever!! What a fabulous list and so poetically written - and the last line, well, it made me gulp and you know, there's nothing selfish about that at all... Here's to ice cream and love and wind in your hair and all of the other stuff, on top of good health :)
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