The Writing Life Too

After a morning creepy with fog, the sun is out this afternoon and although I should sit here and crank out my newsletter, I’m heading outdoors to work in my flower beds –I’ve got plants to move around--and bulbs to plop underground while the world is somewhat dry. And yes, the Halloween party was great fun, but I’ve never been so thankful to slip out of my heels (which I rarely wear these days) and uhm, foundation garments and slop around in my bathrobe when I arrived home. Plopped on the couch and watched an episode of True Blood.

And here’s a fabulous quote for fiction writers Hilary Mantelin a recent article in The Guardian: “A novel arrives whether you want it or not. After months or years of silent travel by night, it squats like an illegal immigrant at Calais, glowering and plotting, thinking of a thousand ways to gain a foothold. It’s useless to try to keep it out. It’s smarter than you are. It’s upon you before you’ve seen its face, and has set up in business and bought a house.” http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2009/oct/17/hilary-mantel-author-booker