Current abode: The City
I’m finding my dual life a tad disruptive. We can’t stay in the country for as long as we’d like because of E’s work (he still has monthly meetings and invariably other things crop up that mean we stay in the city longer.)
In many ways this is great, especially as I get to see more of Lilly. Last night we had a birthday tea for her dad and E cooked chilli quail, while I made Marion Lennox’s bread and butter pudding, using the recipe in Sizzle, Seduce and Simmer. Try it – it’s divine.
Right now we’re fretting about a little grove of rainforest that we planted last week at Tarzali. Has it rained since we left? Have our poor trees wilted? It’s hard to know because Tarzali sits in a kind of radar shadow behind Mt Bartle Frere, so its rain doesn’t show up on the meteorology maps.
On the writing front, I’m in the last phase of my current story – busily trying to wrack up the tension and layer in lusciousness – wish I’d been to Barbara Samuel’s seminar at the RWA conference!
And yesterday I received a box of my next book – Blind Date with the Boss, as well as a complimentary copy of the 2009-2010 Australian Writers’ Marketplace. I’d completely forgotten that they’d asked me if they could reprint an article about category romance that I’d done for the Queensland Writers’ Centre.
I was busily hunting through the index, trying to find my article tucked away somewhere at the back when – crikey – I discovered it on … page one! Gulp. I remember before I was published I used to look on this tome as a kind of bible and now I’m in it. And here I am still struggling to think of myself as a “real writer”.
