The State of the State
Unless I break something between now and Tuesday morning, the die is cast. Long-awaited trip to Parts Unknown–for me at least. Wynne and I are flying out of Portland, taking a nonstop to Amsterdam, from there to Prague. I have never been there, but my late son Ian loved the city. He visited in 1995. Wynne was there briefly five years ago. Now she and I will see it together. And from thence, to Passau, Germany to board an AmaWaterways boat for a cruise on the Danube to Budapest.
I hope you will stay tuned in. I won’t tell any more just now, but if you are interested, I will be posting on Facebook and Instagram (shewritesmysteries). I am sure a mystery or two will need to be solved along the way–like where will we find Vienna’s best pastries?
The State of the Novel
Writing play reviews at a breakneck pace and trying to get ready for a two-week trip have taken their toll on my progress this month. I write every day, and quite a lot, but it’s not always on the novel. Life is meant to be lived, right?
Every morning I get up, get myself a nice cup of dark roast coffee, pick up the pen and notebook, and commence writing. It is what Julia Cameron calls “Morning Pages”, and I have been doing them ever since I knew who Julia Cameron was. I write about the play I saw the night before, my distress over the state of the world, gossip, observations, whatever pops into my head. This special sacred time is where all the novels begin–even the ones you haven’t heard about yet.
I will never run out of ideas. You better believe I will be writing furiously during the time I am on the trip, jotting down ideas for my rewrite, taking notes, perhaps even dreaming up a new Emma mystery–the one that happens after the one I currently am planning. But I will not set any speed records for getting the current book finished. The next one must be just right.
Some fabulous plays graced Portland-area stages during the past month. You can read my reviews here.
For a fun and hilarious read, do check out Auntie Poldi and the Sicilian Lions by Mario Giordano. The author actually had an auntie called Poldi, and used her as inspiration for this delightful, hard-drinking, bosom-heaving, utterly shameless 60-year-old amateur sleuth. She is, in a word, inimitable.