Erin Green Author - blog
Yay! The NHS gods have called me! My isolation days are drawing to a close as my operation date is confirmed. My hospital bag has been packed since November, I kid you not! Though I have had to replace the two Christmas books I’d stashed inside given that June seems a little early to read about snow when I was only writing about it myself a few weeks ago! I’ve opted instead for a cosy-crime murder and a biography of Charlie Chaplin to accompany me.
I’ve pre-selected a pile of reading material for when I arrive home, as I’ll be good for nothing afterwards. You know how I love a good writers’ retreat – well, I’m treating my recovery like a once-in-a-lifetime book retreat! I’m giggling as I write this, but earlier, I ran about the house hunting down twelve specific books from the numerous bookcases. I’m laughing only because:
a, I’m actually admitting it.
b, I was correct in knowing where every book was stashed.
c, I estimate there’s probably four thousand pages in the entire pile, so I doubt I’ll finish it!
In recent weeks, my own writing projects have been completed and returned to my editors enabling a few weeks grace before any copy edits for my Christmas book land in my lap. Hopefully when they do arrive, I’ll be recovered enough to work a few hours each day to complete.