Outlook is unique.
Ah, the lure of a warm wooden deck, with a view of infinity! Squinting into the morning sunlight, I let it’s rays lick my throat. Vampires flirt with my mind. In particular, Edward Cullen. It’s all Sam’s fault. She’s the one who got me infected. Right here in this vivid piece of heaven. So I skip an early game drive – only one – to luxuriate in bed with my electric blanket. The bushveld runs on African time, which means there’s plenty to treasure.
I struggle a little to get into Twilight. There’s a challenge in diverting attention from nature. Birds twitter their greetings, while the scent of thatch cosies around me. It’s not compulsory, of course, but I’m curious about these books, being a novelist. What is it that makes them wing off the shelves? Can’t say I’m much the wiser by the ‘blood-slurping’ end, but it’s been entertaining. Thanks Sammy. I’ll read the next one, for interest’s sake. One thing I know anew, though, is that my novels will remain true to my unique outlook. That’s just the way it is 🙂
Quotes to consider:
“Life… It tends to respond to our outlook, to shape itself to meet our expectations.” – Richard M. DeVos
“It is in literature that the concrete outlook of humanity receives its expression.” – Alfred North Whitehead
“Love…doesn’t allow any room for pettiness or narrow outlook.” – Sri Sathya Sai Baba
Here’s a pic of the culprit, just for the record:
. . . and the scene of the crime: