The week has been disconcerting.
I have, with relief, finished reading yet another book I did not enjoy very much (I swear the last time I will do this), though it did travel across countryside I am fond of. At least I am only reading three books now.
Every attempt to settle to writing on my new novel has been thwarted, however my finished novel has had a bite from an agent… I am not holding my breath.
I have been working on the Far East POW book again (new post tomorrow night).
In the garden warm weather has led to some strange anomalies. A spring clematis, Wada’s Primrose is flowering.
Another maple is only just now shedding its autumn colour.
But sadly one of my favourite maples, Sengokaku, was showing canker and today I have had to cut a big stem out of it.
Tomorrow I shall be at a Lindy Hopping workshop all day – happiness!
You might have a warm autumn, here the opposite. This morning our lounge was 11c, so are having our heating back on, three and a bit weeks from Christmas when the norm is over 30C.
Clematis thrives here. Helvi planted one a couple of weeks ago.
I would resist reading books that you don’t enjoy.
When life gets frustrating, the garden is always a pleasant break.
My dream is to be like Louisa M Alcott and rent a room somewhere with no distractions to finish what I am writing. Life does get in the way doesn’t it? but gpox is right the garden is a pleasant break and a great place to sort out our thoughts. Good luck with the novel.
Indeed, and I am very lucky that I have the garden (not to mention my family, Lindy Hopping and so much more) to balance the ups and downs of writing .
Good news about the agent – I hope it leads to something.
No luck. A very swift ‘not for us’ response, with some kindly, encouraging, but pretty standard words attached.
I’m sorry to hear this.
Thanks, but I really wasn’t holding my breath. I think it’ll be DIY in the spring.
Only reading three books? I usually have at least six going, Hillary. 🙂 –Curt
My brain’s smaller than yours.
Or possibly bigger…