I can't wait for things to settle down soon. Hopefully that will mean some breathing space to actually get words down on the page. Or am I just making excuses for myself? I could probably write more if I can just stay off the internet, off Facebook.
I decided I do have time to go to the library this week. On a whim I just decided I need to read Louise Erdrich's The Plague of Doves. I have been meaning to read her books for years. The reviewers always praise her language, her distinct voice.
I've also finally picked up A River Runs Through It by Norman Maclean, a book I have read about several years ago, but never found the time.
Most of all, I was seized with the need to read Mrs Craddock. For research, I tell myself. Mrs Craddock is Maugham's story of unequal love in a marriage.
How often do we fall in love - and realise the other party do not love us the way we would like them to?