Life moves on a pace, don't it? In just a few days, I have written down more words in more places than I have done in weeks, fulfilled the role of removal man, taught Littlest how to make cassoulet, eaten more mother's day chocolate than I care to admit, scoured lists of literary agents, reduced the list of agents, resolved to shrink it more, stopped procrastinating (although, arguably, this blog is procrastination - but writing while enjoying a coffee is better than staring blankly into space while enjoying a coffee) and watched the lives of those around me evolve, as they embark upon the changes that will define their next few years. An undoubted pleasure of growing older is observing the exciting and changing lives of our younger loved ones. I feel that their lives move faster than mine did at their age. They are bombarded with instant information. Instant answers. Instant maps. Instant suggestions about where to eat, which friend is nearby, what movie is showing right n...
Stories and musings on life composed while walking the dog. Plus the odd rant.