Heavy into Hild world. Today, two links for you.

  • A Sterling Editing links post, in which writers support each other, non-writers (but publishing professionals) talk about the business, and writers hold each others’ feet to the fire. Or, as Yoda would say, Do or don’t do. There is no ‘try’. (Or something like that.) I make it a practise to ignore aspiring writers when they whinge and ask, ‘But how do I make the time?’ because any response I made would be rude.
  • A post on Slate by Meghan O’Rourke, regarding the whole Franzenfreude ‘Great American (white boy) novelist’ fuss. A thoughtful summary of recent thinking on gender bias, power, and publishing: what it all means and, importantly, how it feels. I’ve enjoyed her poetry, too. (See, for example, Hunt: “The life of the mind is red…”)

It’s raining here. It’s been raining steadily for a couple of days. It’s not messing about, it’s serious, heavy rain–more like November than September. But it just helps me spend even more time with Hild rather than wandering about in the park or digging about in the garden. Plus, the worms like it, which is good for the soil. And the birds like eating the worms. And the cats like eating the worms. And I like watching nature happily playing its game of red-in-tooth-and-claw. It’s all good.