… and despite, for me, it being a traditional Day of Rest, no such luck unfortunately. I have plenty of work to do.
I’m not sure if you know why I’m here, but basically my friend Marianne has written a book. It’s called Les Secrets du Moine, a mystery thriller involving buried treasure and an Abbey.
It’s written in French of course, and she would like it translated. But it isn’t easy because there’s such a lot in there that can’t be translated literally or it will lose the sense. And there are all kinds of stuff in there that needs a lot of careful thought.
When I had been here in July Marianne had given me a copy to read on the ‘plane over to Canada. And on my return she asked me what I had thought of it.
I told her that I enjoyed it tremendously (which is true) and so she asked me if I would like to translate it.
And so I had done some research on what it was that I was expected to know, and here I am – ready to set to work.
And this will be my task for the next week or so – to thrash out a whole plan with Marianne and to discuss the technical issues involving the plot of the book (I don’t pretend to understand it all).
So I’d better stop blogging and get working, hadn’t I?
