Slowly but surely I am working my way through three books. I completed
The Night Shifts, a Tale of Dying, Grief and Family Madness before Christmas, but have agreed with my agent that I need to put the book aside for a time and look at it again when the grief is less raw. That said, I am pleased I wrote it - a catharsis - and really I had no choice in the matter as the words poured out of me like tears. I look forward to a re-reading and re-working this summer. Meanwhile, I have read the original manuscript of
The Celtic Warrior-Princess as well as the film script of same and have made notes for the final rewrite. But I confess I am not going ahead just yet. I am, in fact, about to embark on a new work of non-fiction about my experience walking the pilgrimage of the Camino Santiago. I kept notebooks as I walked from southern France over the Pyrenees and across northern Spain to the cathedral city of Santiago de Compostela and then on to the coast to Finisterre. I look forward to delving into my memories and seeing what I find there. Life is an epic journey, a sacred quest, and all such pilgrimages are a reflection of the Great Pilgrimage.
