I TOLD YOU I WAS ILL!
I've been a bit off-colour and the old brain cells aren't functioning properly. My sight's blurred and my fingers forget how to type, so there have been some very strange words on the page that even I have been unable to interpret,
I am trying to decide what to do next. First there is this blog to maintain - my own - and the one month A-Z challenge is coming up - should I join this year or not? Last year I was keen and had half of it planned out in advance. This year I think I've got too much else on my plate.
I have had two short stories issued on the online magazine http://runningoutofink.com and am in the process of submitting another, I've entered a few short story competitions and even written a poem or two, but my main job had been, and still is, the re-write of A Volcanic Race, the first novel I ever wrote. Even that has a sting in the tail, as I allowed myself to be persuaded to blog about the process on http://shortbreadstories.com And with my various ailments - those boring ones, remember? - I haven't got on as fast as I would like.
D'you reckon the Doc might have some pills to make me an instant genius?
One small sad tale to end with - my grandsons' cat died last week. RIP Marley.