Saturday, 26 December 2015

Xmas has been and gone again...

...and left me with a cold,
It often does. The runup to the event is fraught with short nights, long days, fruitless shopping trips, bafflement over presents and who's to get one, and in the end I always spend money on buying just the right things, but getting it all wrong in retrospect. It's the same every year.
Ahead of me is the cold I am nursing into full flight.
I'm going to write poetry next year. My latest novel is up and running, though in need of even more corrections than it has already endured. I am working mentally on a new one, but not ready to start writing.
Happy 2016 to anyone who reads this.