We looked at the view and talked about what we are writing at the moment. I'm having a go at some historical chapters and loving the research and all the references to carriages, breeches and ballgowns. She is editing sweepingly - changing entire settings and killing off important characters. Although I love these conversations and they always inspire me to go home and write more, I can't quite shake off the feeling that what we're actually doing is pretending to be real writers - just as six year old girls pretend (quite solemnly) to be princesses.
I wonder if we'd enjoy it so much if we actually had agents and earned money from it. I suspect there would be a lot less gazing at the view and a lot more complaining about the pressure of deadlines, writers' block and tiny royalties. God - that sounds even better!
There are lots more signs of spring in the garden now.
|Here comes the Magnolia Stellata - it's a dwarf Magnolia with petals that look like torn ribbons. I also have a Magnolia Grandiflora which is an evergreen with flowers that look like teacups!|
|Pieris - Valley Valentine!|
|Bright pink Camellia|
|I love garden statuary - this is my splendid lion's head complete with creeping ivy!|
|Look - I also have a dragon!|