I am trying to start writing my book, working title, My Life as Houses. So far it sucks. My friend B-J says just to write everything down and then keep redrafting it. My friend Amal, who writes beautifully, says that is a discipline that you have to do every day. I am going to take both their advice.
I have been watching the mini-series, A Year in Provence, based on the book by Peter Mayle. It is charming and inspiring. Amazing how everyday events can me interesting and humorous if presented the right way.
Went out for drinks and dinner last night with Mike, Amal and Sunali. What a bunch of Gloomy Guses. I expect it from Amal and Sunali, who are always complaining about things Sri Lankan. I guess they feel they can, as they are Sri Lankan themselves. But Mike, who is American, is usually so upbeat. He was confessing last night that he is quite depressed, and it showed. I am a bit worried about him. Yes, things here can be bad, but you have to take it in your stride and try to see the funny side.
So it is back to the book for me. Am trying to write at least 5 days a week.
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