It’s a long weekend in my state; the celebration of the eight hour day. Eight hours of work, eight hours of sleep and eight hours of recreation. Hmm, tell a woman that. It seems our recreation is consumed by a lot of domestic things but I digress. The Lowe family is exhausted after the craziest 6 weeks, which saw school sailing and school music, consume Boy Wonder …he won best conductor 🙂 And a book deadline and organizing a sailing dinner for 90 people consume me. I swear that my editor might find the sailing dinner menu inside my latest manuscript! And in the middle of all that we’re painting so the house is in chaos. Fortunately, my husband is good at lugging furniture.
So the focus of this weekend has been sleep and study for Boy Wonder, wrestling the house under control and doing some fun things too. Friday night we schlepped down the road to Melbourne and saw Georgy Girl, the new muscial about the 1960s group The Seekers. I was only really little back then, but my parents had the vinyl records. I had no idea they knocked The Beetles off the number 1 spot once! If you don’t know The Seekers, try this. Their harmonies are legendary.
DH took Boy Wonder down to the amateur theatre company he’s involved with and taught him how to set lights and I visited my mother who lives 100 km away/60 miles as she’s having major back surgery this week. At 84, one visits their mother before surgery…
I’ve talked before about my love of audio books and I’ve just listened to The Truth According to Us and I loved it. Set in West Virginia in 1938, the heat pours off the page and the legacy of family secrets implodes the here and now. Having just finished writing a 600 page novel about family secrets, I may have been more drawn to the book .
Work wise, I am about to start a medical romance, my 23rd for Harlequin but my …adds up on fingers…ohhh! My 30th book. (click here for a full list 🙂 )This time set in London so I am off to research Paddington by way of Google 🙂 But before I do that, I best go and move all the knickknacks from the hall so the painter can paint.
So what did you get up to this weekend? I hope you had some time to smell the roses 🙂 Fiona x