Manic 3-chapters-a-week rewrite schedule on hold whilst I wait to hear what's happening.
After sending agent early outline of brand new book idea pitched to editor last week, went to Rymans to buy files (keeping the receipt! for I now live in hope as never before). There are 4 novels in the air now, two nearly there, two not begun plus a 5th in a completely different genre very much on the back burner for now.
On way back bought strawberries and cream and spent most of last week with balcony doors open to the gardens watching the tennis. Have never done this before, but know partner loves Wimbledon and it really does seem to have helped his depression. He's actually out at the moment & at weekend we went and got his car running again. Hardly dare say it but the cloud may finally have lifted. As the week went on the strawberries were joined by elderflower, then beer, then Victoria sponge cake.
It feels strange, relaxing. Had to buy loads of extra papers at the weekend, Saturday's Guardian for the Leonard Cohen song lyrics (relating closely to main novel-in-progress) and Sunday's Daily Mail for the Bowie CD on top of our usual 3 weekend papers. Too many papers. More like a slog when there's that many. But lots of great reads, mainly the Mail's serialisation of Jenni Murray's Memoirs of a Not So Dutiful Daughter which is just so incredibly moving. I hesitate to say I can relate to it so well, when she's been through so much more than I have, but the moments of recognition just add an extra layer for me.
Bye bye, thanks for visiting, come again soon.