Some things I’ve been up to:
writing bits and pieces, including some
poetrysection-editing and reviewing for the
CBI annual recommended reads guide, out in October for Bookfest
talking about
young adult fiction (does that count as news?)
teaching on the
CTYI summer programme – Popular Fiction and Anthology of Writing – which was, as ever, a most excellent way to spend six weeks (though I have no idea what’s been happening in The Outside World)
reading (details of which will be forthcoming in future book reviewy posts)
rewatching
Gilmore Girls (because my brain has been too fried to cope with new television, and this show is just so pleasing)
I can’t quite believe it’s August. I’m still on the academic-year schedule in many ways, so this feels like the time to start making plans for The Year Ahead. Goals and plans and charts and fresh new notebooks and hopes and dreams and unladdered tights. But because the past six weeks have been super-intense (as they should be – you’re doing something wrong if working at a summer camp doesn’t leave you wrecked) it also feels very much like a time to cling to summer and that sense of rest (I hear some people are good at identifying this kind of thing?) before it evaporates.
So, yeah. August. How’d that happen?
Published on August 03, 2014 13:34