A tentative blog to test the temperature. |
Final Curtain One of the things about dying that we don’t really think about is that we’re going to miss the end. Not of the world, for that will surely carry on without us, but those television series that we’ve started watching but not finished yet. Somehow that bugs me and I now have to think about whether I want to start a new series with its risk of non-completion or just attack it with a devil-may-care attitude, accepting that the denouement may be forever beyond my reach. You can say that’s a pretty pathetic regret to have at that point, and you’d probably be right. But there’s the ending of one story that you too are going to miss out on. That would be your own story and you’re never going to see how things went after you popped your clogs, you’ll not be able to attend your own funeral, you won’t be able to rage that they went cheap when it came to choice of coffin. It’s all a bit sad, really. Word Count: 172 |
Who Needs Excuses? 2021 seems to have ushered in my grumpy old man phase. Suddenly I find that I have lost my tendency towards tact and diplomacy and am now answering questions with unaccustomed bluntness and honesty. Already I think I have offended one or two people in WdC with my irascible responses to questions or prompts. My only excuse is that, being as old as I am, this was bound to happen sooner or later. Suck it up, folks! Word Count: 77 |
In writing, it is better to be effective than scrupulously correct. |
There's a typo I've been waiting all my life to see and I came close to finding it today. "I write novels,short stories and pottery." |