My phone is running out of charge more and more rapidly. Having once been IT literate, I don’t know if this is because of the heat or because it keeps looking for WiFi networks, or what. I will have to put it on charge again later while we have dinner. It’s irritating, because I like to write these posts in my Notes application on here and then just copy and paste them into my blog.
As if I didn’t have enough ideas, an idea for a short story about this place (Agios Nikolaos on Crete – there, I’ve said it, although M already posted our whereabouts a few days ago; I didn’t say I wanted to keep it a secret, and don’t really know why I haven’t mentioned it before) came into my mind over lunch (I’m indulging myself while here, although S was very disappointed when I turned down the beer she offered me to accompany my cheese and coleslaw roll), and I wrote the first 300 words or so earlier. Part of me regrets not bringing my laptop as I could just have written it in one go – ditto the passages of The Mortality Code I’m doing longhand. But maybe it’s a good thing. I have to think harder – when I’m not being distracted by some frankly very interesting and revealing conversations around me.
It would have been my mother’s 98th birthday today. She died ten years ago, a few days ago (I can’t remember the date) just after I came back from my US book tour for Dead Men. I must release the sequel to that soon.
Other than that – part of me gets bored with day after day of shadowbathing for me and sunbathing for M, but another part of me isn’t restless or impatient and likes the total lack of pace. I just don’t know which part is winning.
AGGIE’S ART OF HAPPINESS – CHAPTER 132