Holding Pattern

        I should be writing. Scads of time, but I’ve only achieved seven chapters so far and the procrastination is growing by the day.

          It doesn’t help that I’ve found a few new-to-me writers and I’m consuming them as though blindness is right around the corner. In fact, I’ve already read and enjoyed six novels just in the month of January, along with an Elly Griffiths.

          In fact, I’m so taken with some of the writing, that I’ve been copying it into a journal the twins gave me for Christmas.

 

I can’t resist sharing some. These are from Cynthia Harrod-Eagles’ mystery, Headlong:

 

      (describing a publishing house) “. . where a vast herd of employee browsed     

       quietly on words, peaceable as buffalo.”

 

      “Atherton peeled away from the kerb and back into traffic in a movement

       so sleek and smooth a dolphin would have tried to mate with it.”

 

See my problem? Why send my poor efforts into the world when there’s text like that out there?

          But at least I’m doing something useful with my time. Just this afternoon I’ve copied and printed a recipe for Chicken Pomodoro and another for Crockpot Pastina Soup. I’ll never finish book 5 but we’ll eat well.