Following on from the last instalment, I am moving books around because if you move them from one spot to another quickly enough, you can magically make space for other books. In my hands I have a book I enjoyed, Real Dirt by James Woodford. James is / was a journalist and writer on environmental issues, and the book is about how he left the rat race, set up an eco-friendly home in the rural south coast area of NSW, made and re-made a family, pissed off some local farmers, killed chickens deliberately and a beloved dog accidentally, and regenerated damaged land. I read it. I would also just hold it from time to time, hoping to introduce some change into my life by osmosis.
It was published in 2008. A few years after, I saw some blog posts indicating Mr Woodford had moved to Queensland for a warmer rural existence. There isn’t much after 2011 from him, and I can’t find anything after 2014.
Mr Woodford, I hope that you are alive and well. I hoped that your story after Real Dirt would be eventful but happy, and I had looked forward to a follow up volume. However, I am a little afraid to ask any more.
(4 posts in 2 days. Can you tell that I set aside some time to work on my novel? Hmmm …)