1. After my decision to quit YA, I thought I’d be relieved. Instead, I felt depressed (and also really touched by the sweet responses I had from folk – thank you). I’m not sure what kind of perversity it is, to want to do something you have no time to do, but there it is. I wanted a resolution. There is none.
2. It is spring, and I have daffodils. I planted the bulbs, and was convinced they had failed. Then one day there were green shoots. A few weeks after that, glorious, heavy-headed flowers.
3. On the weekend I had brunch in a cafe in Kings Park with writing buddies Kirsty Murray and Patricia McMahon; a Health PR reunion, replete with singing and percussion; and a catchup with some women I worked with at Parliament. Last week one of the guys I worked with at Health died suddenly, and the only good thing to come out of the shock was to make me realise how important it is to celebrate the friendships we have, to be grateful for those still with us – to make sure, in the busy-ness of days, there is time for what matters.
4. I have a day off today, to walk on the beach, sit in silence, listen.
5. Kirsty suggested the novel be called The Virginity Book. What do you think?