OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
Unmoored. Maybe it’s just my hormones, or the prospect of travelling again, or maybe I am under too much pressure – whatever the reason, unmoored is how I feel.
I did manage to rest on Sunday morning, but since then the to-do list has been relentless. What keeps me going is that spot in the sun in the middle of nowhere that has my name on it. It’s waiting … Soon.
Highlight of the weekend: picking up my love from the airport after his trip. Everything is better when he is near.
The last Karavan Press title of the year is at the printers and we are reprinting one other book. Ahead of us is the Poetry in McGregor Festival, three launches at EB Cavendish, the Karavan Press Literary Festival (fully sold out), and two more book launches at the Alma Café. The last event is on the 8th. It will be amazing to interact with readers on such a scale again. Then: the festive season, which in my case will be the doing-nothing season. I am putting pink bubbly on ice.
I was picking up a pizza for dinner the other day when I heard a song on the radio that just stole my heart after only a few seconds. I jotted down a few lines of the lyrics on the pizza box to find it again, and I have been listening on repeat ever since:
‘Take Me To The River’ by Connell Cruise
Great to discover that this is a local singer/songwriter. I will have to do some more research. But for now, this song is enough.
Darkness surrenders softly
The sunlight caresses your skin
You’re my forever lover
I’m your original sin
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local. Get vaccinated, please.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”