I sould stop knitting all my various projects and just sit down and knit myself a pair of fingerless mittens now. That's how cold it is.
In twenty minutes time the children will be home and I shall attempt to bribe them to come for a walk with me.
I have worked in a desultory fashion on my fantasy novel. I feel very uncertain about it. I keep thinking, but the next bit will be really good. But why is it always the next bit? What about the bit I'm doing right now? Why isn't it really good?
On the other hand I have finished the novella, The Wish List.
Perhaps the next bit will be really good because then I'll be wearing fingerless mittens and able to hit the kruvpstf accurately? Is that what I mean? Or do I expect the gods and goddesses of fantasy writing to zoom down, perch on my shoulder and lovingly dictate the next bit?
In the meantime, I'm looking for the titles of children's books, preferably young adult and preferably fantasy, in which the protagonist (or one of them) practises art in some way, preferably writing. This is for my thesis.
Yes, I know about Margaret Mahy's The Tricksters. It is beautiful. I wish I had written in. I had a crisis about teaching after I read it. I wondered if I should just give up teaching and just focus on writing. But after this morning's effort, I'm rather glad I've put that whole idea on hold for the time being. Clearly I could make a better decision in fingerless mittens.
If you haven't read The Tricksters, do.