Finally I have a draft of my new work. I’m just not sure what it is yet. Picture Book? Graphic Novel? Something else perhaps.
4 Books On The Go.
I started out with high ideals. I really was going to restrict myself to one book at a time, but fate had other plans.
It began with Paul Harding’s TINKERS, which I started on Saturday.
Before I could finish TINKERS I got stuck in a long queue, so I pulled out the copy of I WAS TOLD THERE WOULD BE CAKE, by Sloane Crosley.
2 books on the go.
The there was the long car trip so I began the audio of HUNGER GAMES by Suzanne Collins.
3 books on the go.
Somehow HUNGER GAMES just stopped playing, so I started listening to THE THOUSAND AUTUMNS OF JAKOB DE ZOET by David Mitchell.
4 books on the go.
Which one will I finish first? I probably still have about 900 autumns remaining for Jakob de Zoet, but only 4 contestants left in The Hunger Games.
Swimming Without a Wetsuit in Maine.
Sounds like a bad idea, doesn’t it.
Casco Bay just lured me in. I went down to test the temp in just my swimmies. I dabbled my toes in what seemed like tepid water, so I just kept on wading in.
Those on the shore gasped at my raw courage (or maybe it was the hideousness of my flabby pink body).
I swam straight out in a kind of balmy water trance.
But Casco Bay was waiting for me. It suddenly slugged me with an icy cross-current, freezing my fingers, my toes, my armpits. Then it slapped me with face-numbing waves.
Back to the wetsuit tomorrow.
It also has a wonderful firming up effect on the pink-flabby body.
