Days 46-49 (June 29-July 2)
Monday: Happed up for the cold weather. Lots of coughs and sniffles in the library today. There are nasty bugs around – some friends and family have succumbed. Noticed many young ones still in shorts and T-shirts.
A good editing day and wrote some new words as well. Will review them tomorrow. Finished an Anna McPartlin novel (Because you are with me) set in Dublin – a story of grieving and healing and friendships and love and a struggle with vocation.
Sunday: One financial year has ended and a new one started with our carbon tax, mining tax, and more asylum seeker boat arrivals. Big picture life feels unsatisfactory and complicated. Small picture life at home is fine.
We have a few calendars and this was page changing day. Both our Northern Ireland calendars feature Carrick-a-Rede, a narrow, wobbly rope bridge over a chasm that links the mainland with Rathlin Island, an interesting place of history. A metaphor for lots of things I can think of! Another page takes me back to the magnificent peace of Lake Louise in Canada. It was my privilege to visit there last year. The calendar on the kitchen bench that helps us keep track of family movements and landmark events shows a panoramic view of the distinctive peaks of the Glasshouse Mountains just north of here rising from the mist, along with a saying of Ralph Waldo Emerson: Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. What an ambition for a would-be writer. These mountains feature in my first two stories. On the study wall, Macchu Pichu explodes from the page. I haven’t been there, lots of mysteries.
Friday and Saturday: Lazy days from a writing perspective. Home matters took priority.