Many mountains have moved this week. First, I am off to my final revision of The Divorced Lady's Companion to Living in Italy. Scared I will find new uneven patches or worse, that I won't be able to drive my uni student sons from the house. I have been working on better concentration now that the heave-ho of ski driving is over and I have caught up on some sleep, but I want purity. Crystalline. Chemical. The brain an unknotted strobe. No, not drugs silly, that just-woken serene but edgy lucidity that fades as soon as that first voice blots your brain.
Might have to do a slog month of the 5am alarm. But it works. Ti giuro!
And my other mountain came to me. Or me to him rather, through his organisation and rusty car. This divorcée has so much on her plate that this is the only way to savour such delights. Peaks from one window, rustling newly-fringed woods from another. Beaten hands, worn beautiful eyes. The deepest most unimaginable calm.
Hello there. Good luck with the revisions. Thanks for the email.
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All strength to your early morning elbow! Good luck.
ReplyDeleteHi Denise, thank you for writing and hope you enjoy the blog. The novel is mostly set in Milano and is meant to be humorous!
ReplyDeleteHello again Vanessa and lovely to hear you again. Congratulations for the Edge Hill Short Story prize nomination - I have Storm Warning on my shelf waiting to be read.
ciao ciao cat