I think I am flirting with a case of bronchitis. Maybe that's why I was in such ill humor early this week? I've had an intermittently froggy throat every since Florida, but the night before last it came back stronger than ever, and now I feel a little bit like I've inhaled sandpaper. I don't want to cough because it feels like it might hurt.
It's never a good time to get sick, but now is really not a good time. We're off to Singapore in less than two weeks, and I only have three more weekends to finish NW11 for Bleeding London before the end of the month. Plus, work. That whole earning money thing.
Oh well. I'll try to take it easy and we shall see.
We had well-known children's author Jacqueline Woodson come to school this week for a series of writing workshops and a lecture. I attended her talk last night and she was a very interesting speaker, discussing her family and girlhood dreams of being a writer, and her writing life today. She talked about how she often got chastised for lying as an imaginative child, but writing her thoughts down changed everything -- because "when you write it down it's not lying, it's fiction."
Here are a couple of tweets from our library account that include pictures I took of her with the kids:
Award-winning author Jacqueline Woodson is signing books and meeting students in the Mellon Library! pic.twitter.com/Wp2uNMbkQV— Mellon Library (@ASLMellon) March 4, 2015
Author Jacqueline Woodson drawing crowds in the Mellon Library! pic.twitter.com/gb0FCzRJIe— Mellon Library (@ASLMellon) March 4, 2015
(I've never embedded tweets before -- apparently I can't center them. Which is weird.)
Anyway, that's all the news there is. Olga just roused herself from bed so I guess it's time to go for a walk!
(Top photo: Shades of E.M. Forster on Finchley Road in West Hampstead.)