Drafts are piling up. At the moment, there are six of them, all in different stages of writing/editing. One of them is just a sentence long…
I’ve been away from the blog and the community for more than ten weeks now, and it’s harder than ever to come back to it. The plans and schedules for regular posting and reading/commenting on other people’s posts fell short. They started wilting as soon as I put them on paper.
I will obviously need more time before properly returning to blogging, but, in the meantime, since it’s August, I would like to try my best and take part in reading women writers in translation. I picked four books off of the shelf:
Mr Darwin’s Gardener. Kristina Carlson
Berlin lies in the East. Nellja Veremej
The Ant Heap. Margit Kaffka
The Vagabond. Colette
To manage at least two of these would be an achievement!