January

[mevennen]

Back to awful computer problems, which resulted in the loss of 5000 words. Nothing to do but rewrite them, so I did. This is a new book, called Butterfly Winter, and is a kind of Somerset magical realism - some of Milford have seen it. I am, now, beginning to move forwards. My father's illness and death, and my mother moving in with us, took up

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[la_marquise_de_]

I am so sorry about the computer issues. That blasted laptop. And having read some of Butterfly Winter, I am looking forward to it -- and I hope you find a publisher.
I'm glad things are slowly stabilising, although I can imagine how difficult it must be to let go to the house in some ways. Very good wishes to you and your mother.

[mevennen]

It's not your fault! I should have emailed it to myself.

[klwilliams]

Dropbox is your friend.

[mevennen]

Very probably!

[mevennen]

Fingers crossed! I just arranged to meet up with the valuer.

[birdsedge]

Looking forward to Butterfly Winter, having seen chunks of it at Milford.

[mevennen]

It's taking a while...

[birdsedge]

It doesn't matter. It's not a race and you don't have a deadline.
Go you!

[anna_wing]

What sort of thing did your mother write?

[mevennen]

She wrote about 12 Gothic horrors for RH in the 70s - Kari has some of them.

[anna_wing]

I will enquire, the next time that I am in the neighbourhood.

[jess_ka]

You reach a point where the internal process, and the compulsion of the world building, is more important than its external reception. Perhaps this is making the best of a bad job, but I don't think so in this instance. Maybe it's paralleling the house? One's narrative changes.

This--thank you for verbalizing (well, you know what I mean) it.

[mevennen]

Thank you - it's getting increasingly important for me to focus on why I'm doing this, because it isn't for the fame or the money. It's because for me, it has to be done.