Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Impossible questions

How could it be over a month since I last wrote a blog post?

What happened to all those words that were swarming, fully formed, through my mind?

Since when did every move I made bump up against someone else's stuff?

Why does Halloween feel like a lifetime ago?

It's my patron saint's name day today and a full moon in Gemini. What does this all mean?

Could it be that the week I lost to incapacitation -- because my back went PING! -- happened solely because I needed to stay in bed and read Elizabeth Gilbert's Big Magic?

How is it that, having read the abovementioned and completely revelled in it, that I am still totally ready to throw the towel in, having had my novel completely savaged over the weekend by a group of other writers?

Will anyone notice that my apparent "openness to feedback" on my writing is not actually for my benefit at all? Surely I can't be the only eldest daughter people-pleaser out there?

How long will it take me to get over the feeling of being other-people'd out?

Will my Glühwein be sufficiently authentic that German/Swiss/Austrian folk attending this week's Weihnachstmarkt will consume copious quantities of it? (As in, 60 litres of the stuff?)

How is it possible that December starts next week?

I don't know. I don't know. 

I. Don't. Know.

But, somehow, I am glad I am still asking the questions.

Join me for three weeks of inviting answers, kicking off on 1 December.

(Yes, that's next week!)


  1. WOOT!! count me IN for this years Reverb! PLEASE and thank YOU!! =)