tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507901142971459084.post3615881495908347229..comments2024-03-22T07:29:41.391+00:00Comments on Jayne Ferst: Moments on a journeyJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11309191526500602452noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507901142971459084.post-89209333914498123982009-01-18T20:56:00.000+00:002009-01-18T20:56:00.000+00:00Hello (fellow) Aspiring Writer! Thank you for your...Hello (fellow) Aspiring Writer! Thank you for your kind comment, it really is appreciated. I think the submission looks more than likely to be in February now, as I still need to improve the first three chapters – it’s a never-ending quest for perfection, so it seems! Good luck with your novel as well!Jaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11309191526500602452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507901142971459084.post-80125976433091724972009-01-18T20:48:00.000+00:002009-01-18T20:48:00.000+00:00Hello Martin! Glad you liked it, and thank you for...Hello Martin! Glad you liked it, and thank you for always being so encouraging. My confidence ebbs and wanes with writing – until Good Things Happen it can be so difficult for me to believe I am actually ok at it. The ‘club’ comment did make me laugh – I think the wind makes everything I own act bizarrely – I noticed yesterday that my long coat kept unsuccessfully trying to rugby-tackle my legs.Jaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11309191526500602452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507901142971459084.post-90915552819553132722009-01-18T20:37:00.000+00:002009-01-18T20:37:00.000+00:00Hello Rose! Thank you so much for your encourageme...Hello Rose! Thank you so much for your encouragement, it really is appreciated. I also often think in terms of 'when I'm a grown up' – I wonder at what age it all kicks in and I overnight turn elegant and graceful, as if by magic. The grown-up me would never be dragged off stage left by a crappy umbrella.Jaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11309191526500602452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507901142971459084.post-87525991145354955472009-01-18T00:37:00.000+00:002009-01-18T00:37:00.000+00:00Hello, What lovely prose. I'm new to your blog and...Hello, What lovely prose. I'm new to your blog and as an aspiring writer myself I think I'm going to be visiting often. Good luck in your submission. I look forward to updates. Will come back and read more of your blog.Law and Orderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05833525664073965207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507901142971459084.post-71894362187332489272009-01-15T16:33:00.000+00:002009-01-15T16:33:00.000+00:00I agree with Rose - I really enjoyed reading this....I agree with Rose - I really enjoyed reading this. So evocative!<BR/><BR/>The wind doesn't like me either. I seem to be the only one with my jacket flapped open and tie up over my shoulder. Perhaps we should form a club.music obsessivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16191742084494035205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507901142971459084.post-19767109368494694382009-01-15T13:40:00.000+00:002009-01-15T13:40:00.000+00:00I can see why you're writing a novel, this reads s...I can see why you're writing a novel, this reads so well. Tottenhm Caught Road made me laugh as did the bit about umbrellas. I gave up with them long ago except in the most torrential down pours. I only ever seem to get whipped or stabbed by the things.<BR/>I do covert a substanial umbrella from that shop near Covent Garden that sells ones with wooden handles. It's one of those on the list of when I am a grown up purchases.Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08459305021803770946noreply@blogger.com