Friday 6 July 2012
saturated, bistro, essay, shock, swan
Really heavy rain earlier. Lighter now but everything in Oxford is saturated. Miserable.
The last couple of bright days were bliss. Sitting with a friend on Wednesday evening, drinking wine at a bistro, doors open to the pavement, seems a world away.
We talked about screenwriting for a while then turned to that essay I wrote at Easter. I was shocked by how shocked she was at what I had written. Perhaps I am still numb from the horror of what happened over the past two decades. Though I am sure that I am happier than I was. It was good to talk--just as it had been good to write down the events. Part of the strange mixing by which I (and writers generally?) make sense of things. But I still find it hard to understand how the people involved did what they did.
Meanwhile, on the Oxford canal this morning, even the swan looked pissed off with the weather.
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The last couple of bright days were bliss. Sitting with a friend on Wednesday evening, drinking wine at a bistro, doors open to the pavement, seems a world away.
We talked about screenwriting for a while then turned to that essay I wrote at Easter. I was shocked by how shocked she was at what I had written. Perhaps I am still numb from the horror of what happened over the past two decades. Though I am sure that I am happier than I was. It was good to talk--just as it had been good to write down the events. Part of the strange mixing by which I (and writers generally?) make sense of things. But I still find it hard to understand how the people involved did what they did.
Meanwhile, on the Oxford canal this morning, even the swan looked pissed off with the weather.
--
Visit
http://frankegerton.com (website)
http://justthoughtsnstuff.com (blog)
Sent using BlackBerry® from Orange
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