In the midst of this, I got a chance to speak before a performance of "Twelfth Night" performed by Shakespeare's Sisters, the subject being my love of Shakespeare. I was glad to get away into another world. Novelists today have gone from being lonely souls shut away from the world for years; now we can bite ours nails over e-mails downloaded every few minutes. My son Jesse suggested I shut off my computer for a day. I may try half a day to quiet myself down a little.
Writing historical fiction: sometime journal of a New York City novelist
Three weeks after my novel's debut
April 28, 2010
It is STILL strange to get so many comments (almost all of them perfectly wonderful) to this novel which was a story inside me for so long. I have had several strong press reviews and online reviews, topped by the rave in the Boston Globe and People magazine's choice of the book as a Mother's Day gift. I have managed to make out a few of the fine reviews of the Italian translation of the novel, just released. E-mails from friends and strangers have been a real gift.
In the midst of this, I got a chance to speak before a performance of "Twelfth Night" performed by Shakespeare's Sisters, the subject being my love of Shakespeare. I was glad to get away into another world. Novelists today have gone from being lonely souls shut away from the world for years; now we can bite ours nails over e-mails downloaded every few minutes. My son Jesse suggested I shut off my computer for a day. I may try half a day to quiet myself down a little.
In the midst of this, I got a chance to speak before a performance of "Twelfth Night" performed by Shakespeare's Sisters, the subject being my love of Shakespeare. I was glad to get away into another world. Novelists today have gone from being lonely souls shut away from the world for years; now we can bite ours nails over e-mails downloaded every few minutes. My son Jesse suggested I shut off my computer for a day. I may try half a day to quiet myself down a little.
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