Sorry for dropping off
Hi, friends. So sorry for disappearing on you. It’s not so much that I’ve been busy—though I have—but that I haven’t had much to say lately that feels worthwhile. I’m a little dejected. In personal news:
My new novel is about, in many ways, female authorship and deep uncertainty about how to be female and parent a female in our lovely climate—this novel has been looking for a home for a while.
I started my own communications consultancy and have been acquiring clients, but it would be nice to have more. Know anyone?
The birds on my balcony are prolific! They are incubating their third clutch at the moment. This feels like the best thing happening right now.
I’ve been working on a TV series about loneliness, based on a novel I wrote some years ago.
I recently reviewed this book and this one. I like reviewing because it forces me to marshal my thoughts.
Otherwise, just holding down the fort. Reading the paper with dismay (read: despair) and settling into a kind of monotony I have no right to complain about.
Hope you’re all well. Or well-ish.
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