Well, here we are in 2020. I have a busy few weeks ahead, and I should at this moment be writing. My new novel Remember When You Loved Me is due out later this year and needs finishing and editing, I have to re-cast my play The Bus Stop ready for performances in July but I am well on the way with that and thought that today, with a few clerical jobs taken care of I would have a couple of hours writing. It is not to be. And the reason? A book. A Thousand Country Roads by Robert James Waller. It is the sequel to The Bridges of Madison County. I reserved it from my local library earlier in the week and thought it might be a few days in arriving, it has had to travel a few miles at my request but earlier today I received an email, the book was ready to be collected. I went almost immediately and it is now in my possession. With a queue of 20 or more books before it, it has had to take precedence, after all it is a library book and not my own to hang on to. I started reading it before lunch, lingered with it longer than I ought. I will have it read by tea time. It is unputdownable. When I have poured my tea I am going back to carry on reading. Then I will write, I will do some writing later, I promise, but first I have to finish this book and it is a grey afternoon, so, this will lighten the day. I am so pleased to have found it, and to think it was no longer on the shelf but in the local library services book-store. A glance at the date stamps in the front tell me that it was last borrowed in 2018 and before that 2012. What a shame. I am pleased I requested it. The writing does deserve to see the light of day. Whatever you are planning to do today, enjoy it. Life is too short.
