The weather took a sudden turn this week, feels like fall. I think it's 57 degrees today, and tonight is supposed to get down into the 40's.
I'm wearing socks and a fleece. When I walked the dogs, a definite scent of woodsmoke mingled in the air. The boulevard is strewn with small brown leaves, crispy ones, and fragrant fallen crab apples.
There's a roaring in my ears. I hope it goes away soon. After my recent bout with my illness, I am more tired than usual, less hungry, puffier throughout my body, stiff of finger, slow of mind.
I feel the press of limited time. I want to write a book before I leave this earth. Nakedly I say it, words I usually shelter close inside my shirt collar. Because I don't write books. Men write better than women (just saying; as a preteen I had discovered this at the public library and often refused even to lift a book by a female author off the shelf), and the British write far better than Americans. As an American woman, what hope could I possibly have?
Anyway, I have to wait until the roaring stops, and the finger dexterity improves.
So instead of a book, I just wrote another blog post over on the other blog.
If you're interested you can click here to read it.
I have fewer words to spew in a day at present, probably a great mercy.
2 comments:
Don't give up! You could be the next Louisa May Alcott, Margaret Mitchell, Willa Cather, Mary Gordon, or my personal favorite, Edith Wharton. Wharton was said by some to be as great as James (and in my opinion, greater).
I hope you are feeling much better now. You've really been through a terrible bout. Maybe when you recover some of your strength, you could start your book. That might be just in time for NaNoWriMo. I have two friends who participated in that last year and one of them has had her book accepted for publication.
The weather is wonderful here today. We've had some ideal days, not as cold as it sounds like you are having there. I love fall but I prefer to ease into it. Hopefully, it will warm up just a bit for you and you can enjoy the outdoors with your two eager little companions.
I agree with the previous Commenter. Don't give up, Ruth. Take care of yourself, but write that book! You have much to say that the world should hear.
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