It’s audition time. I have to think up an outline, idea for my next book. As always at this time of in between books, several ideas pop into my head. I mentally audition each one, the best ones I work up in some sort of draft plan. I’m inpatient, and like to start on a new project almost as soon as I’ve finished the last, but I must chose the right one, and nothing has, as yet, stood out. So the audition goes on…
Jen and I laughed often, and at times cried together.
She’d come up behind me in the foyer of Tate Britain and tapped me on the shoulder.
I pity the leaf-man. He’s coming today and it’ll look as though no one has cleared a single leaf since he came last. They fall while I write, they fall while I eat, they fall while I sleep, and I know why autumn in America is called the fall.
If you haven’t been to York, go there. I’ve just returned from three days there. Apart from the splendid York Minster, the city has much charm, abundant historic beauty, and many good and varied restaurants.
I’ve just read the extraordinary good debut novel Mislaid by Nell Zinc.
A lively, refreshing read, full of electric sentences that shout out, brilliant dialogue, larger than life characters, and with an original, unusual plot.
Tomorrow, at midnight, Go Set a Watchman–the long awaited sequel to To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, probably the best book I’ve ever read–will be published.
As a tribute to Harper Lee, I’ve posted an article I read in last Friday’s edition of The Guardian by Alison Flood.
I woke to the sound of rushing water. Loud, like a flood. Occasional thuds, then quiet splashes, trickles even. Seconds of stillness before the same noises started up again, but in a different sequence. It was the sound of the sea, of waves rushing up and down the beach.
Like the end of a relationship, the death of a loved one, moving house or location after a long time in one place, or just the end of a great holiday when you’ve had fun and felt exhilarated by the location, the person or people you’ve been with, and the food and wine, the day I finish writing a book feels much the same. A feeling of loss, and a sense of the end and not sure what’s coming next. And that’s where I am right now.
images-99I’ve always believed you should follow your dream. I found this blog post, Six reasons you should never give up on your dreams by Gurbaksh Chahal, an excellent explanation on why you should never quit.