If you want to win a shiny advance copy of The Blue Handbag, pop over to Goodreads and enter this competition. Quick - time's running out!On a vegetable note, the garlic is harvested, and I have a big punnet of blackcurrants waiting to be made into sweet dark jam. Now, fried potatoes for breakfast.
And here's something I liked from over at whiskey river - thanks whiskey.
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In the morning I mused
It won't return, the magic of life
it won't return
Suddenly in my house the sun
became alive for me
and the table with bread on it
gold
and the flower on the table
and the glasses
gold
And what happened to the sadness
In the sadness too, radiance.
- Zelda Schneurson Mishkovsky
The Spectacular Difference
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PS someone has bought what will be my third novel Thaw on Amazon - was it you?! I'm approving the final proofread changes this week - I'll tell Ruth she has a good home to go to already. Hurray.
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2 comments:
A lovely harvest, tantalizing breakfast, served by a poet who writes novels that sell! Congratulations Fiona.
Thanks Beryl!
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