I am truly, truly ASHAMED I have failed once again to keep up my newsletters. The problem is that I kept putting it on hold because I felt I must focus on finishing THE LITTLE DOG LAUGHED. Now I've finally finished editing the novel, I have a few weeks breathing space. I discovered some incredible stories about amazingly adventurous people during my research – particularly Paulinus – a daring Roman General who reminds me of Russell Crowe's portrayal of General Maximus Decimus ... LONG SIGH! I will tell you some incredible stories about the lusty legionnaires and tempestuous she-warriors you'll meet in the book over the next few weeks.
Currently I am recovering from a fractured wrist. Attending the hand therapy clinic is taking up large chunks of time, but I am delighted to see daily improvements. I even managed to change the doona cover. My dear old dog, an unbelievable hair-shedder sleeps on my bed and, so you will understand why I am thrilled with this small step on the road to recovery.
This year it is fifty-five years since I arrived in Australia as a sponsored migrant – a ten pound pom as we were called back then – in a rush of blood I decided to finally become a Australian citizen. The paper work required is UNBELIEVABLE, but today I got it altogether and sent it off to the Department of Immigration. I can hardly believe I left it this late!
Meanwhile, my wonderful son, Duncan is marrying darling Jaine in four week's time. AND my daughter, Emma and granddaughter, who live in Sydney, are coming to Perth for the wedding It can't be easy having a mother who reads out great CHUNKS of her latest book whenever she rings up for a chat. I intend to recognize her patience in the book's acknowledgements.
As soon as the cover is finished I'll give you a sneak preview.
My very best wishes to all my friends for a happy Christmas and a marvellous New Year.
Cheers,
Ann Massey.
Currently I am recovering from a fractured wrist. Attending the hand therapy clinic is taking up large chunks of time, but I am delighted to see daily improvements. I even managed to change the doona cover. My dear old dog, an unbelievable hair-shedder sleeps on my bed and, so you will understand why I am thrilled with this small step on the road to recovery.
This year it is fifty-five years since I arrived in Australia as a sponsored migrant – a ten pound pom as we were called back then – in a rush of blood I decided to finally become a Australian citizen. The paper work required is UNBELIEVABLE, but today I got it altogether and sent it off to the Department of Immigration. I can hardly believe I left it this late!
Meanwhile, my wonderful son, Duncan is marrying darling Jaine in four week's time. AND my daughter, Emma and granddaughter, who live in Sydney, are coming to Perth for the wedding It can't be easy having a mother who reads out great CHUNKS of her latest book whenever she rings up for a chat. I intend to recognize her patience in the book's acknowledgements.
As soon as the cover is finished I'll give you a sneak preview.
My very best wishes to all my friends for a happy Christmas and a marvellous New Year.
Cheers,
Ann Massey.
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