Archive for March, 2007

The view from my study today is like looking at the world from a fish tank – or perhaps it’s the other way around. Good weather for indoor activities. Like writing. Agh. (more…)

I am reading Death in Danzig by Stefan Chwin and I am now about halfway through. It is a strange and rather wonderful book. (more…)

What if there will never be another novel? My sense of acute stress is totally self imposed – nobody seems to have any particular expectations. But here I sit bleary-eyed in front of my (new and rather wonderful) laptop, staring into a static half finished manuscript. Day in, day out. (more…)

Some days go by in a flash, others take forever. Today was just a long lunch. Wonderful while it lasted, but leaving a slight sense of guilt behind. The first weekday after the end of daylight savings. For us B-people, or owls, it’s a relief. Another hour of sleep in the morning. And evenings an hour longer. I fear the bright keen people who strive to make daylight savings permanent. On their terms. More productive time. Ha. Not for the likes of me. (more…)

Photo Helen Bankers

Take six nice people, we used Swedes, but any good natured and well spirited kind will do,
and add a magnum Penfold’s Shiraz 1991
a magnum Cloudy Bay Chardonnay 1998
a bottle of tawny Port 199 and a bottle or two of sparkling mineral water open the wine to allow slow sipping while cooking then take (more…)

I am listening to a CD, presenting the music of two violinists who were tragically silenced in their youth, Ginette Neveu and Josef Hassid (Testament SBT 1010). It is with a feeling similar to that which you get when you have just discovered a new author, only to be told that he only wrote a couple of books and is now dead. A kind of sad desperation. This is all. There can never be more. (more…)

So, here we go. Another medium, a new perspective. Welcome to this journey towards the unknown. I hope to make frequent, if not daily notes here. In between associating with the beast that is my second novel. It hovers over and beyond everything I do at the moment. The dreaded second novel. The one that determines what you are. A writer. Or someone who managed to put that one novel of her life into words. The working title is ‘The consequence of silence’ – which may also refer to what I will have to do…