Today I wrote a test. It was fun! Maybe because it’s a poetry exam and the end of poetry means we’re 3/4 through the curriculum, but I don’t think so. I think it’s because I love poetry, steeped myself in it for a month and got paid for doing it.
And on the unpaid writing front, also progressed a bit more on the WIP, three or four pages. Came to the conclusion that I can’t go any further without a research day. Which is going to be so fun. My story is set in the second half of the twentieth century (or so I fondly believe at this early point in the novel) and I am having a blast remembering the 60s.
Or re-remembering them. Hard to believe it was so long ago. In some ways, that era feels so fresh. I see echoes of Eckhart Tolle in everything I read. In other ways, it’s hilariously, alarmingly retro. I’d forgotten all about our then supposed enemies until an author who shall not be named used the term commie seriously.
Cynthia Harrison 