Where we should be is HOME, wherever HOME happens to be.
To talk about SOMETHING else and innocuous briefly.
Aged 89, my father-in-law died unexpectedly early Monday morning (nothing to do with the stupid virus insofar as we know) at his home here in London.
While I have not listened to her start to finish narrating through any of them, from what I have heard she has a decent speaking voice.
After we are gone, what will be said about us? Like everyone else, I suppose authors do wonder too...
In down time sneakily I have been considering - and writing - a bit more of the next great project: the novel that will eventually be.
At my mention of Fitzgerald, my wife smiled and turned to my nephew (with me sitting right there) and declared, "He [meaning me] has a Fitzgerald fixation currently."
Travel - particularly when engaged in relatively young - is certainly one activity that helps create life experiences. It enables a building up of a personal bank of events and interactions. You will almost certainly find that pile of memories useful eventually if you turn to writing.
By the way, "time travel" is NEVER historical.
NEVER! I don't care how many books of it are sold.
With our two better halves busy yesterday, another husband (and a friend) and I went off to the Imperial War Museum at Duxford (I suppose, as guys might do when left to their own devices), which is just south of Cambridge...
I had not been on AA internationally for at least 20 years. Everyone I met was pleasant. Indeed the perpetually smiling cabin crew all seemed named "Ashley" or "Brett" and sounded like they were from South Carolina.
A "spirited" online discussion is one thing, but NEVER be libelous... or, well, stupid in what you write. Think before you post anything. I am sure you know seemingly EVERYONE is now on social media somewhere - including, uh, your employer, or your desired future employer, or that college you so hope to attend. You NEVER know who will see what you post...
Read that masterpiece again. The nature of those who follow her and whom she also follows are essentially a problem for her now. I am a problem, I see?
We decided to do it on the spur of the moment. On Tuesday, we booked a hotel and reserved a ferry there and back. On Thursday, we headed from Dover to Calais to have a night away not far from Calais, in Boulogne-sur-Mer.