Stopping is sometimes trickier than starting. Good luck and thank you so much. I have enjoyed painting my bungalow (well, actually just pointing at the missed bits) this year! Nesting is nourishing. Wish I could be at your talk but out listening to music. If you ever get to the jurassic Coast come walking with me. X
Stopping is sometimes trickier than starting. Good luck and thank you so much. I have enjoyed painting my bungalow (well, actually just pointing at the missed bits) this year! Nesting is nourishing. Wish I could be at your talk but out listening to music. If you ever get to the jurassic Coast come walking with me. X
Yes, it took the first six months of this year to make sure all the many hundreds of people I had regular contact with with their writing lives had received replies from me rather than me simply disappearing. That was the right way to do it, although of course by this time last year (as I say in my post) I was - quite abruptly and absolutely - at the end of my own need to talk about my work, so there was a poignancy as well as effort to bringing so many rich conversations to a close. But so many of you who I’ve met through this project and others are people I feel I will - yes please! - travel to meet from next year onwards as and when you have time for me. And isn’t that a wonderful thing to come from stories shared - even more than the book in shops, the advance, all the more public stuff that comes at the start of publication. It’s this longterm change to how I feel in the world and the amount of good people I’ve met through it that lasts.
And I’m remembering now - all over again - the thrill of getting your first pieces through: that distinct voice… xxx
Stopping is sometimes trickier than starting. Good luck and thank you so much. I have enjoyed painting my bungalow (well, actually just pointing at the missed bits) this year! Nesting is nourishing. Wish I could be at your talk but out listening to music. If you ever get to the jurassic Coast come walking with me. X
Yes, it took the first six months of this year to make sure all the many hundreds of people I had regular contact with with their writing lives had received replies from me rather than me simply disappearing. That was the right way to do it, although of course by this time last year (as I say in my post) I was - quite abruptly and absolutely - at the end of my own need to talk about my work, so there was a poignancy as well as effort to bringing so many rich conversations to a close. But so many of you who I’ve met through this project and others are people I feel I will - yes please! - travel to meet from next year onwards as and when you have time for me. And isn’t that a wonderful thing to come from stories shared - even more than the book in shops, the advance, all the more public stuff that comes at the start of publication. It’s this longterm change to how I feel in the world and the amount of good people I’ve met through it that lasts.
And I’m remembering now - all over again - the thrill of getting your first pieces through: that distinct voice… xxx