This is hard. I'm aiming to write something twice a week or so, but things are so busy. I'm on the roster to help the Greens with various things over the next two weeks. And I've picked up some work - I feel nervous admitting that I miss being at work: people give me strange looks.
I finished reading "Dust" last Friday. It was a satisfying end to the "Wool" series. I'm envious in a way - I'd love to write a story that good. People tell me I write well, but I don't even try to keep my reader on the edge of their seats the way Howey's ripping apocalyptic yarn does.
There were times, though, especially in the first book, when I found myself recognizing Annie's nightmare tunnels in Juliette's silo.
Portrait by student
About Me
- Janet's Blog
- Australia
- Describe myself? How about aging greenie who enjoys bushwalking and beading when she has time out from the correction and doing things with, or for, her family? During many years of teaching I have repeatedly found students wanting to call me "hippy". I'm not sure why. I'm too young - I was only eleven in 1969. And I work too hard to fit the stereotype I'm familiar with, of the lazy hippy. I think a defining moment for me was when, concerned about the conservative nature of the day's business, I asked my eighteen year-old daughter if I looked okay, not too hippyish. She said I looked fine, then went all thoughtful and said, "But Mum . . . you are a hippy." Perhaps it's my attitude to life. But all those years of varying levels of involvement with left-wing politics aren't going to change now. I can't stop believing in peace on Earth and goodwill to all mankind, even if I do phrase it "Make Love, not War!"
Donkey Orchid
Flowering sundew
Sun Orchid
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