Sissinghurst gardens, Autumn 2007, A Writer Afoot
I am blitzing today. Maybe I can write 5000 words. More than that even? There is no deadline to worry about (yet), but I haven’t had a lot of time to just write and I feel restless. (The upcoming release of a book does mean there are many PR and advertising related tasks to perform, and while I am glad to do whatever is best for The Lost Recipe for Happiness, writing is much more satisfying. CR is off playing at the kennels and I have vegetables roasting the oven. I’ve done about 1500 words so far.
How are you spending this post Thanksgiving weekend? Shopping? Resting? Writing? Reading? (What are you reading?? I need something new.)
Oh, please try Maggie O’Farrell’s The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox or After You’d Gone. I had trouble putting either of these down. I went to hear her speak at the Bronte Museum while I was in England and she is a warm, down-to-earth person and mesmerizing writer.
I’m reading Last Dance at the Jitterbug Lounge by Pamela Morsi. Anything she writes is fabulous! I’m also reading Pen on Fire by Barbara DeMarco Barrett. I love having a fiction and a non-fiction going at the same time.
That’s a beautiful photograph, Barb. I could spend days in that spot, not moving, just absorbing every little thing…
I’ve been studying today, studying writing. I’m in a bog and I need new perspective. My dear friend, Yolanda, who is a poet, suggests that I read poetry because it is a discipline related to fiction writing. I have a volume of Czeslaw Milosz but, I’m sure there are others? Just wondering.
Poets? Oh, yes, so many I love. I adore Neruda and Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and Shakespeare, of course, and Nikki Giovanni and Paul Laurence Dunbar. It’s also fun to just get a collection of poetry and open at random, then read it aloud.
Therese Walsh had a link to a poem a day somewhere. I should get that again.
My most favorite book of poetry is, If You Listen, poems and photographs of the San Juan Mountains. Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer wrote it and the photographs are all black and white, taken by Eileen Benjamin. It’s a wonderful book.