You might have noticed that I have been rather quiet recently about what I have been reading and writing. That is because I haven't had time to do either.
I'm still struggling to get through the Sunday papers, which were kept back from recycling on Monday. I have an inviting pile of magazines I have yet to open. My books to be read are lined up neatly on the shelves.
As far as writing goes, this blog has become my only daily writing practice. Yet on Monday I encountered another writing challenge. I needed to write a formal letter to a difficult person and had to compose it in a way which would not be inflammatory, yet would hint at my true feelings. Icily polite is the phrase which comes to mind. It took quite a while and at times it challenged me as much as any piece of short fiction, but I was pleased with what I wrote.
Let's hope it has the desired result.