As I look towards 2018, I'm not sure what I'll be writing here at this little space. I'm toiling away quietly at a new novel, which might be gentle or might be madcap, goodness only knows at this stage. I am also trying to manage my health issues, and contemplating the meaning of life all over again. So blogposts might be ... diverse. No one I follow seems to be blogging regularly any more, which is a real shame, but I would like to continue to do so, regardless of how I direct my focus. I try to stay true to the touchstone of peacefulness, although if you followed me on twitter you'd know I have my vehement political side too.
Blogging can in many ways be considered a living, evolving book form. And I have sometimes thought that the books we love best give us an insight into who we are, or perhaps how we should be focussing our lives so that we can offer our love and truth to help others even in just a small way. I adore many different kinds of books ... I've currently wandered down a favourite old road of Connie Willis stories, and feel little inclination to take any new path for a while yet ... but will almost never buy fiction unless it contains a love story of some kind. Connection between people, that is what I want most when I read. (Funnily enough, some of my favourite writers don't deal so much with this. But they write in a way that allows me to enter their worlds and make my own connections with, and between, characters.)
I might write more about books in the year ahead. We'll see. It's nice to keep an open heart. At least I will always try to give you peacefulness even in a small way, if ever I can.