Another October 15th another birthday
|With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come (The Merchant of Venice)|
Rhenium TalesHeaven knows whether or not the saga I’m writing as my retirement hobby will be called Rhenium Tales by the time I’m prepared to show someone the chapters. But that’s what it is called at the moment. So that’s what’s mainly different about Me, Myself and I in 2016. Three days a week (at the moment) I’m locking myself away and aiming to churn out 1000 words each day. During some writing spurts I feel like an award-winning writer of unquestionable genius; and at other times (sometimes on the same day) I feel like a writer of turgid cliché who can only write unwieldy passages of ham-handed incompetence. Hey, ho – is this the promised end?
|Is this the promised end? (King Lear)|