No blogging for days and days and days. The problem is time. It keeps running on too fast and I'm falling behind. "Stop The World I Want to Get Off."
Where would I go? This earth I live on is all I know. It's how fast time flies by. It's something to do with aging, to getting old, to getting TOO OLD. There's nowhere to hide from time. I remember being a teenager and being bored! This was long before the Internet and all the gadgets used to FILL IN TIME.
I read about a teenaged girl who kept her phone on her pillow when she went to bed in case some one sent a text, we're talking about girlfriends texting each other. What do they have to say that can't wait?
I love the look of young people, their bright faces, shiny hair and smiles. Young people who live in Canada are blessed to live here with so many opportunities, so many places to visit and who would not want to paddle a canoe on a lake and hear loons calling.
I count my blessings and I am OLD. Takes all kinds.
In the meantime I am not doing much writing, not sure why. Maybe I don't like the main character or the small village where she lives - But, there's been a murder on a canal boat. A canal runs past Lady Mary's back garden, The towpath remains and is used by walkers and hikers. Lady Mary does not investigate murders. My story is a cozy English mystery.Why have I brought murder into my story?
In the meantime, do continue buying my five romance novels and my e-published The Ghost Writer Mystery.Sad to say there are many books out there with similar names. Sigh
Take it easy. Do some stretches. Smile a lot.
Anita
www.anitabirt.com
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