It was the best of weeks, it was the worst of weeks... It started well: the mark for my dissertation and the overall grading of my MA came back and I was delighted (and not a little astounded) with the result. I hadn't been at all sure that what I'd written was good enough, although I'd enjoyed every minute of writing it. I now officially have two more letters to add to my name and, what's far more significant, the satisfaction of knowing that I was able to come up to the standard I'd wanted to reach. There was a modest celebration - some wine, some chocolate, the reward of a couple of new books. That was last Saturday.
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| Won't be using this one as my new author picture! |
I consider myself very lucky not to have been more seriously injured. However, I'm facing a rather large dentistry bill, the huge expense of a new pair of glasses and the problematic issue of trying to eat without my four front teeth!
The wonderful ladies I work with sent me the gorgeous flowers in the top photo. They couldn't have chosen better : there were roses and sea holly in the bouquet which was predominantly mauve and green: I like to think it's rather the way Marmalade's flowers were at the end of Scotch Pine. They also sent me a rather good Jodi Picoult novel, which has kept me reading, even when my head was hurting!
Scotch on the Rocks progresses - it's grown about seven thousand words since May and hopefully, with the summer holiday on the horizon, it should double in size by September. Just three weeks left to go till I can devote myself to the writing a bit more. Let's hope the back and neck are recovered by then even if I'm still having to chop up food into 3cm pieces!
