That's it for the day, have written myself into a bucket and now the words are just a blur. Not even sure The Bogeyman is making sense anymore but at 35,000 words its at half way and the hard bit is done - for now. I read a quotation today and I am still trying to figure out what I make of it. It is from S. Y. Agnon's novel, A Guest for the Night:
I do not remember whether we talked, or whether we walked in silence. Perhaps we were silent, perhaps we talked. when the heart is full the mouth speaks, but when the soul is full a man's eyes look with affectionate sadness, and his mouth is silent.
Words to make us think, but I have thunk all I can today and I am all thought out so I will drink a glass of champagne for my boy's birthday. Sweet sixteen from a sentimental auld fool - here's tae us!
