last night i'm having dinner with peter in avoca, we go for affogato in terrible at an exclusive restaurant where the dessert was more than the dinner. but it's good to see peter and we laugh at almost everything from the strange code we cracked of avoca waitresses to the crazy nightlife of terrible after dark.in the morning shayne picks me up for our weekly coffee and debrief, it's nice as we always drive to ettalong, 'the lords of pour' where they have an interesting menu. 

i make contact with the queen of the witches, she's a carbon template of my old twin flame, it's uncanny although i guess being an ex criminal lawyer puts her in a somewhat different type of bracket, yet she speaks identical, often repeating things the ex used to say. it really is bizarre. she is interested to get to know me, read some work, and i hers. the connection is very strong, even she agrees. the universe is kind to me, it does love and guide me and sends me interesting women.

i finish 'all fours' a highly praised national award winner. it's part of my commitment to read more female writers and as usual i am very disappointed. modern publishing is as tragic as the music industry and although many parts of the book are well written the novel is extremely self indulgent and partly ridiculous. i'm sure it will do well for the many young middle class women book clubs of the northern suburbs of sydney who have all the luxuries and domestic appliance's including husbands and children and fruitful careers yet still require fulfilment be it sexual or spiritual. oh how i wish i didn't have to finish this book, but commitment is commitment. 

at least now i can read something else. i need some violence, a male voice lusting after young women and gratuitous graphic content. or at least a great story.  i love the sisterhood but seriously what passes as a novel these days is just a DEI pick. i've always said, when a publisher approves a manuscript they should know nothing about the writer. nothing!