OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
A better night. A long morning. Rain, coffee, poetry, breakfast in bed, some staring into space. All much needed. Eventually, I got up, washed my hair, and after an early lunch, did some work in the garden and on a manuscript. I promised myself no work-related emails this weekend, but there was a lovely one about a possible title, then one about a potential Karavan Press title and one with a stunning cover option – I could not not respond.
Short, but relaxing walk in the afternoon. Some tense football action on the last day of the British Premier League. Roast chicken for dinner – enjoyed by more than one member of the human-feline family :)
Salieri is on my lap as I write, purring her heart out in content.
Does anyone know what is happening to the Sunday Times book pages? The spaces for the reviewing of local books seem to be shrinking drastically. My love will tease me after reading this, but I have an idea. (Apparently, it is something I say a lot.) Something needs to be done.
And my Sunday Times horoscope concurs:
Off to study the facts!
Be kind. Stay at home. Wear a mask everywhere else.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”