I think I shall squelch any impulse to reach for another novel from the pile; instead, I found The Best American Mystery Stories – 2005 that was a traditional Christmas gift for my sister who managed to cancel my Christmas so I have this book to read myself.
In truth, with the demands of learning new software, getting into Philosophy, antsy to get back into Silent Hill or restart Still Life (the much-anticipated Scratches is already out!), I think something different in genre might be just the thing to keep me going.
I also badly need to write some stories, as well as rewrite others, and put a magazine together within the month. So maybe this change will get me jump-started. I’m feeling twinges of anxiety. Is that good?
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology