OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
I met with three lovely authors this afternoon at the Vineyard to discuss and celebrate different projects – one of the authors was Melissa A. Volker, and I was able to introduce her to The Pool Guy in all his glorious bookish flesh. Melissa’s first novelette will be available in bookshops later this month and we hope to launch it properly early in December. Details to follow.
The other two authors also brought smiles to my lips and I went home a happy woman. Then, I saw this rainbow on the way and made a wish and was simply in a good mood.
In the evening, I made a fire and braaied a monster steak for my love and myself. Glinka insisted on having a bite, and Salieri, out of frustration that she was not allowed to have any (because of her strict iodine-free diet), went out into the garden and caught herself a frog. Fortunately, I rescued the poor thing in time before his legs became Salieri’s dinner. No kisses of gratitude, though.
The Karavan Press Literary Festival is nearly booked out. I am thrilled.
I wish I could have voted, but I am not allowed.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local. Get vaccinated, please.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”