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At the bottom of the road from where we live, the Andersons Bay inlet provides an interesting and picturesque place for a wander. Here one can sit on a bench and look over the inlet and harbour towards the city where all the busy bees are working away.
I am thankful that circumstances (mainly a generous husband who agreed to take on the sole responsibility of bringing home the bacon) allowed me to retire from paid employment early. Four years ago I stopped working as an early childhood teacher to concentrate on finishing a novel. I have achieved that. Now I am looking for a publisher. They are like hen's teeth in New Zealand (Especially for a first novel). Looks like it may have to be self-published.
Meanwhile, ideas for a second novel are brewing.
This morning's sunrise over Mount Cargill (Kapukataumahaka) which is a volcanic outcrop - like all the hills around here
As well I am also editing my fourth collection of poetry. Also requiring a publisher at the end of the edits.
Achieving my writing goals has been satisfying indeed. But even better, this year I turn 65 years old and qualify for Superannuation. The pension. In NZ, dubbed the Super. To me this feels like being paid to write. At long last, after writing seriously (virtually unpaid) for thirty years.
It feels like it's been a long time coming.
Again, this morning's sunrise, this time over a piece of land nicknamed Old Swampy which lies at the back of Dunedin city
These days for me, writing isn't everything it used to be. It is no longer the be all and end all. Grandchildren and gardening, reading and walking are some of the other things also up there among my priorities and passions. These are also less likely to break my heart. Rejections in the writing sector (as in any creative pursuit) can appear relentless.
My husband has just reminded me that we have Curling tonight. First game of the season. We took up the sport of curling last winter and loved it. After enjoying curling while on a working holiday in Aviemore, Scotland in the winter of 1978, we always said we would go back to it when we were older. We are definitely older and we have gone back to it. Just as a hobby. Not Olympic-level, you understand.
As the leaves fall, bidding the world their last hurrah with their brilliant hues, we begin to look forward to winter. Even though it's sad to say good-bye to the warmer days, there are things to look forward to in winter. Soup, watching movies by the fire, mulled wine, winter fashions, snow (I like snow) and ... curling.