Marjorie has arrived. Unexpectedly too. Not thought about, not searched for, she just happened.
I have been doing a bit sort out and tidy up of the house after the last patch of renovation work to it, and had got as far as the paperwork, files, and general office and writing type of paraphanelia associated with running a home and being a writer. I need order, and although there was no dreadful chaos apart from on my desk, I do need to get the old box files changed to new ones, properly labelled and with the contents gone through to see what can be thrown out.
And it was as I was looking at the pile of box files on the shelf that my eyes landed on 'The Toddle' file, which are the notes that I made when I walked a long distance pathway in Kent, England, a lot of years ago. And as I looked at the file on the shelf, with no intent to do anything with the notes other than to possible bin them, the name 'Marjorie' arrived. Ah, so the book, should I write it, will not be in the first person, but will be told through the person of Marjorie. Interesting! Another one of those inspirations from the Universe. I have no problem with book titles because they normally arrive before I write the book, and then I write the book to the title. I did this with 'Psychic Virgin', the first book I wrote, again from inspiration from the Universe. I would have never chosen that title, not having the courage to use is as a title, but I did it, I wrote the book.
Anyway, Marjorie has arrived. It will be interesting as where she will take me.
Bye for now,
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