Frustration

I've just realised that it is two years since I started on this novel. I've worked hard on it during cerain periods. But overall I haven't done enough. I'm not being sufficiently focused and I'm allowing far too many distractions to creep in. My husband and I are going away to Italy over next weekend and after that, I've decided, I'm getting down to work in earnest. The only thing that really matters in my life is writing. It is the only thing I want to do. And I'm not doing that. I feel so frustrated. So I need to get on with it .... soon.

The Society of Authors

As I've moved back to England I'm trying to meet some writers. I've never really known any writers before because of living in a non-English speaking country. As part of my socialability campaign I joined the Society of Authors and a couple of days ago I went to one of their events. I have to say that at first sight it didn't look promising. Anyone who thinks that authors are a glamorous bunch is sadly deceived ....... But then I finished up meeting all sorts of interesting people. I think that most of the people who turn up to the Society of Authors are second rate writers. The big name people don't need to be there. But what have I got to complain about? I'm a second rate writer myself - or that is how I would be classified by others, even if I don't accept that classification myself ..... Anyway, the point is that second rate writers are really some of the most welcoming and kindest people around. I think that their lives are generally so miserable (no pay, no reviews, being treated like dirt by agents and publishers) that all they can do is band together for comfort. But that's fine by me. I could do with some comfort too. And I think that I've found some!