Are we done yet? by Jane Walters
I had dinner with new friends a few nights ago. A year after moving to a new town, I’m settled but still finding my feet and this particular evening was all about developing relationship. They know I’m writer and the conversation soon moved in my direction. ‘Are you writing anything at the moment?’ the host asked. ‘Always’ was my ready reply. But, being the over deep thinker that I am, I found myself mulling over that answer. It might well be true that I’m always writing at the moment, but will there come a day when I stop? My writing heroine, Beatrix Potter, gave it all up to raise sheep. Will I recognise when it’s time to metaphorically do likewise? In another context, I heard a story about a lady who worked as a cook in a large conference centre. She’d been there for some time and the venue had an outstanding reputation for its food. One lunch-time, without any real explanation, she burned all of the quiches. In her words, ‘I knew in that moment that God had removed hi...