Some more bits of life

So my novel is still in production: eighty pages and counting. I have this joke with my husband that when I get to a hundred he will have to admit that I´m writing a book. In the meantime, the sun shines though the weather is cold, I´m reading a lot, some great books- Isabel Allende, you are too fantastic for words!-, some very bad, and my baby gets more beautiful every day.

What else? Well, I´m missing some old friends, relishing the time with my husband, (free for once of nagging, well meaning interference), I´m cleaning, rocking, visiting schools, trying to tame tantrums and making an effort to get back to my pre-pregnancy weight without compromising my breastmilk.

I think we made the right choice moving from the darkness of England to Mallorca, which is not the promised land, but where nonetheless most days the weather is beautiful and everything is a hell of a lot cheaper. I was worried about finding a job with Spain´s economy not being as strong as Britain´s but it looks like it´s unlikely to a problem. It seems I´m fairly well qualified to teach English, which is in great demand.

The characters of my novel are taking shape, beginning to live. I can hear their voices all day long, pointing me in the direction in which they want to go. I didn´t know much about them when I started but now I know a lot more.

Well, once more, good night, imaginary readers.

Love


Sylvia