as i'm sifting through images from the fictional movie made on daphne du maurier's life, i stumble upon image after image, concerning her private life and the much speculated gay aspect of it. it throws me a little. du maurier was a gifted writer who had a private life. spotlights glaring on anyone's personal life may be trivial to literary capacities of an artist.

having said that, i may also be biased by my lasting addiction to anything anglophile, especially if the brazen sea and an old fashioned mansion are involved. having been exposed to a televised series on rebecca at a vulnerably young age, it may have blindfolded me for any future reference. still. we all have our dreams and yearnings which we chase.

is this why a collection of short stories jumps amidst the few things i pack for the weekend? or is it, a pocket sized book is about all that i can muster, walking some familiar streets, and gratefully discovering a few new ones.

☻ {the drawing challenge should publish itself on time}. will be back after the weekend. have yourselves a roaring one. weekend, that is. ♥