Sunday, January 12, 2014
Well, I have no real news other than I get the agent notes tomorrow! Yay. I've been waiting since the middle of December and it's great that they are promised for tomorrow. I haven't been hassling her but she's been running behind and is very apologetic. Tuesday I go away 'fishing' again - we have a heat wave on the way and while I'm always happy to just stay inside, we've been invited down the coast (me and P; Clokes is staying in town with one of the other kids; third child is down the coast with his grandparents.)
So it'll be nice to go away for a few nights; spend some time with family, set up on the beach in my little shade tent and swim and read and eat fruit. And compost what I need to do for the revision.
P and I are working our way through West Wing. I love it that she loves it. We are in Season 6, which is the second-last. It's getting really exciting. I think we'll finish before we go away.
Reading: I'm re-reading Donna Tartt's The Little Friend, which I bought and read after reading The Secret History. I didn't like it much at all, think I wanted it to be like Secret History BUT now that I am a more mature reader (and after reading and loving The Goldfinch, her latest) I decided to try it again. But I'd donated it to the op shop. I rarely get rid of books because they are my good friends/babies/lovers, whatever you want to call them. I've gotten rid of things like Jodi Picoult (sucked in to buying a couple) but other than those, I've kept everything. Including my Sidney Sheldons and Jackie Collinses.
So I had to re-buy it, and it wasn't easy. When I first went online to try to order it, it wasn't available. I checked the op shop, because it wasn't that long ago it was taken down there, but no. Wasn't there. I bought about a dozen other books, of course. And because I'd been in a bit of a rush, I convinced myself I might have missed it, so I went back, and bought more books that weren't The Little Friend. And then I checked online again and it was there. They must have ordered them in because of her latest book being so successful.
So I got it, and started it. It's very readable (I don't think that was the problem last time) so I shall keep on with it.
So apart from all that incredibly riveting information, there's nothing much else to report. The holidays seem long this year, actually. We'll go for a drive later, the L-plater that is, do our walk with the dog in the evening and settle in for West Wing. We've got schnitzel for tea, P is doing her research for her 4,000 word essay on the influence of Italian fascism on nazism, I'm doing my pottering online and waiting for this frigging email and marked-up manuscript and all is well with the world.