David Robinson writes an affectionate obituary of the Scottish translator and writer, Jennie Erdal in today’s Scotsman. I never knew this lady, although I read her book, Ghosting, and heard her speak about it. Her talent shone like a beacon and if you haven’t read her depiction of her mum’s corset selling from their house in the 1950s, I recommend you do.
We’ve probably all been aware of the ending of the story for a friend or relative during these strange months. Death in life is inevitable but what makes these deaths slightly weird is the near absence of the normal rites of passage associated.
Likewise the cancelled wedding celebrations and baptisms. While we’ve been aware of deaths, we’ve also been aware of births. The frustration of not being there for the newest arrival is unimaginable. There’s a huge accumulation of communal grief and joy awaiting us.
Quiet day, yesterday but writing friend Ann Burnett set off on a literary blog tour with her romance, Festival Fireworks. You can catch her on some of the wonderful blogs on her list and you can find the list at Rosie Writes here.
I took marmalde pulp out of the freezer yesterday. So that’ll be Tuesday sorted, then…
Main course – The Green Tangerine, Han Noi
Freezer now de-frosted, washed and rinsed. Allowed to dry overnight and switched on again yesterday. Once had an old one go on fire at that stage so it’s always a nail-biting moment. Now well into turning the marmalade oranges into pulp as they’ll be the first food installed.
Keeping the writer fitter than she would be if left to herself, the DH has instituted a weekly walk. When I say ‘weekly’ there’s a fair bit of lee-way here. Other things get in the way. Nonetheless we’re covering a lot of hidden Edinburgh and meeting all-sorts. Mostly visitors yesterday as we walked across the shoulder of the Salisbury Crags to the bottom of London Road and came home on the bus. Equally interesting is the variety of dogs being walked. You don’t see a Dalmatian for years and then two coming romping towards you.
Words were added to the wip which is a short novel.
I don’t have anything suitable for the opportunity coming up from Harlequin in APRIL, but if you do go here:
The line is Heartwarming. Its senior editor is Linda Fildew and it requires 70,000 words with NO sex scenes.
Rounded off yesterday by hosting my Book Group. I chose Kate Mosse’s The Taxidermist’s Daughter which I had bought as an emergency supply for the King’s Cross to Edinburgh train trip. I enjoyed it a lot, although some of it isn’t for the squeamish.
Sticking close to base for the moment as Home Fresh will be delivering my first batch. Ingredients for three main courses with menus. Am hoping to add a bit of variety to my cooking. Will let you know how it pans out.