A blur of a year...
It's raining in London
Y’all, I keep hoping I will make a more regular appearance here, but I think part of me always wants it to be perfectly edited and clever, and really, I should just settle for regular. I do want to be in touch, and I always have plenty to say. Sometimes I have so much to say I simply lack energy to pull it together for you in a coherent and loosely cohesive way. Perhaps my standards are too high… at least if I intend to feel I’m in conversation with readers and friends, and that was the entire point.
Anyway, it’s been a very good year in some ways and a very hard one in others.
New site, new dates
London was grey and cool when I finally emerged from the Tube in Islington. I was bleary eyed and not as excited to be here as I was when I arrived in May. (May was such a magical time, full of anticipation and excitement and close friends, and I know I can’t top it this time. But it never helps one’s optimism, either, to have stood in a queue for 2.5 hours or to have a massive duffel bag on my back that I should really be pulling on wheels behind me by now.) Both quickly changed.
I meant to have this site up and running long before the book even came out. Surprise: that didn't happen. Life goes like that when you are half-construction beast, buffeted by the weather at every turn, and half-writer, dazed and confused by procedures and contracts, as well as buried in new work you didn't expect.