Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Hateful limbo

Inability to concentrate on my own work, combined with no sign of freelance work has put me in a hateful limbo. Still I plod along, sending out more CDs, emails, phonecalls etc. A thousand communications that tumble into an unanswering void.

Thank God for the gym, which is a good conduit for my frustration. Finished The Winter Ghosts by Kate Mosse while trundling on the cross trainer etc. A loner haunted by grief arrives in a strange town, grappling with an uncertain reality. As you'd expect from Mosse, there was nicely-researched Cathar history, but I found the overall effect more wistful than frightening, the book's pace too langorous to build tension.

Cheered too, by a nice letter from Richard in Guernsey. He is readying another book to spring on the world.

After a spot of shopping with Lorraine, and cooking us a stirfry, I met Anton for a late beer and a lengthy chat.

1 comment:

Optimistic Existentialist said...

The gym is my escape as well. Great blog sir!