Well here we are, have you missed me? Rhetorical question. It’s Valentine’s Day. Yesterday afternoon Lucas asked me what I was doing for Valentine’s Day and I said “Probably not much.” He didn’t look up from the plaster dinosaur he was painting gold and said, “I was talking to myself, Lucas, what are you going to do about Valentine’s Day?” Don’t get excited, he’s five, I think his options are somewhat limited.
Wasn’t it sad about Whitney? I know, there’s an obvious lecture you can give about the danger of drugs and alcohol and she joins a long list of talented people who gave in to their demons and watched their career swirl down the pan. However, she had a magical voice, a voice I remember from my teenage and young adult years. She sang with passion and I’ve spent many happy hours belting out the words with Whitney on the CD.
Another LOVELY five-star review for ‘The Secret Keeper’ on Amazon:
“This is a totally different Shoa story, centered around a violin and a 14-year-old boy. A gorgeous tapestry of music and writing and human truth. I was pulled in immediately and literally could not put it down.
I do love classical music, especially the violin and could almost hear the music as I read. As someone else wrote in a review, I found myself searching the internet so I could listen to some of the music being played in the book.
As soon as I finished this I downloaded it to my mother’s Kindle as I know she’ll love it as much as I do. Highly recommended.”
This comes from the high desert in California. I hope I never get used to people from all around the world reading my work and responding to it, it should never become anything other than wonderful.
I did some ‘re-organising’ of the garden the other night. Silverbeet from a trough, where they weren’t really flourishing, to the garden and removing lettuce that is too bitter and some Asian cabbagey thing that we didn’t like. They’re potted and I’m hoping to be able to give them away. When the lovely beetroot are done I can do the winter planting. The round globe carrots were lovely but my impatience gets the better of me and I pick them when they are ‘very’ little. ‘One bite carrots’ as Mum would say. Still, as a gardener, I’m a work in progress.