It’s not often that one would feel so pathetically grateful to see a sign saying M42. On the way back from visiting my daughter today, a journey which should take no more than two hours, a major road was closed which resulted in me driving round and round Milton Keynes and eventually having to make a choice between Newbury or London. In some respects I am very competent, in others reasonably competent but when it comes to a sense of direction and geography I fail dismally. I arrived home three and a half hours after I had started. This is not the first time I’ve had a similar disaster trying to make this journey. Back to the drawing board to look at routes. I do have a sat-nav but even though it was updated only a couple of weeks ago, it doesn’t take account of road closures and diversion signs which take you off in one direction and then suddenly cease.
I tried as hard as I could to find a silver lining and came up with the fact that the additional driving time allowed me to see more of our beautiful English countryside. Only last week most of the trees were still green but there’s a lot of colour changing going on now. Many have now started to turn; give it another week or two and the stunning hues of Autumn will be all around. Despite the cooler temperatures, it will remind me why I so often say that October is my favourite month.
Those of you who read the recent post about bears will recall that Barnaby Bear was soon to move home. Here he is in his travelling outfit. Smart or what? He is already much loved by his new owner.
A further note on writing: although I used the previous post to convey the positive comments about my writing, I’d be fooling no-one if I said that there were never any negatives. Interestingly none of these have focussed on the plotline, but on my writing style. My daughter has just read the book and although it’s not her preferred genre, she did speak very positively about much of it. However, she said that a few scenes are too journalistic and too research-heavy. As a student at uni I consistently achieved top grades for my non-fiction work, but when it came to fiction the good comments were often tempered with less positive ones which always related to my writing style which was variously described as ‘clipped in places’ or ‘a little too journalistic’ and I had to work hard to move away from that. It seems that I must try harder still. Anyhow, spurred on by the enthusiasm I mentioned in the last post, I am now 2,500 words into a second novel. It feels good. I’ve also started a notebook for when inspiration strikes at a time when it’s not practical to record it any other way. I did this with the first book and can’t imagine working without a notebook. I chose a book I received for my birthday last year and was yet to use. I like that it reflects the current season.
Whilst typing this I received an email from eldest son with his latest placement report. It was superb. It’s no mean feat at the age of nearly 40, and with a young family, to go for a complete career change. In the same week as his youngest child was born, he returned to university to complete his previously abandoned degree with a view to following it with a post-graduate Diploma in Social Work. Just another few months to go. *A Mum feeling proud*.