pierre et gilles et moi…

i’ve been wandering around in this odd, odd mood… wondering what next, why next, what more…  what doors have closed?  what’s satisfied the way that i expected?  has anything ever satisfied?   an odd sense of the reality at this age – no one is going to come up with answers i don’t have.   no one is going to say anything new, probably.   probably there is nothing new.   and then my back has been hurting, and i’ve been so excited that it hasn’t hurt for years.   a bit miserable.   moody.   dis-satisfied.   so of … Continue reading pierre et gilles et moi…

nearly done…

the holidays are nearly done…   the year is nearly done…  i am nearly done the ninth book in Robin Hobb’s Farseer series; by tomorrow I may know the fate of the fool, who has been healed and left on the island with the black man, who was a white prophet.    this series blows me away, and it’s also making me a bit sad.   partly because it’s nearly done, and i’ve read all her other works as Robin Hobb (but need to now look for Meghan Lindholm’s books – her other pseudonym) and partly because it’s so incredible … Continue reading nearly done…