Current work: French duo book 2 (deadline at banshee pitch)
Listening to: Corelli (essential for driving on bad roads)
Reading: Lucy Dillon, Lost Dogs and Lonely Hearts (enjoying)
Snow overnight. Not anywhere near as much as they’ve had in other parts of the country, but enough that school is closed. I am SO relieved, because I looked out of the window this morning and thought, nope, don’t want to be driving in that. Yesterday morning was bad enough. (Also v glad shopping delivery was yesterday so we’re stocked up!) Hope everyone stays safe in these icy, nasty conditions.
I’m over at the Pink Heart Society this morning on the ‘What are you reading?’ Thursday slot – and confessing that I normally have more than one book on the go at a time. (Do go over and talk to me there.) Someone told me last week that I was weird. (Hmm. I think I prefer the term ‘eccentric’. Though I think I’m fairly normal, as writers go. Middle-aged mum of two who has a too-sedentary job.) So today’s question is: is it weird to have more than one book on the go at the same time? Daughter - who is, admittedly, a writer in training – usually has one in her room, one in the car, and one in her desk at school. But is that because she’s normal, or because she’s my daughter and therefore has the genetic propensity to do this, or because she sees me as ‘normal’ and is therefore following in my footsteps? (Nature vs nurture…)