Two thirds of a year, 8 months, 244 days. I don’t know whether to be surprised that I am still here doing this. I must have had the intention to try at the outset, I probably am a little surprised. I’m definitely not going to say it has been easy. The seven day strategy has certainly helped, but also the ability to ignore it when I want to. I think I’m probably formulaic in my writing, by that I mean boring, and probably repetitive.
I wrote a piece in my facebook post this morning. I tried to put some meaning in to it. Only for the sake of demonstration, I reproduce it here;
I heard on the radio that the bunkering ship the Whitonia was flitting between linkspans, keeping her charges well fed. The Mon St Michell slid gracefully in to the harbour, disturbing only a little the still waters within, and a solitary tug meandered out, perhaps for a stroll or perhaps to shepherd a bigger ship in to the harbour. For the first time this year, the sun has crept above the horizon. End of sample
When I re-read it, it’s not that good.
I am between books. I have a book due from Amazon. By the Venerable Bede, An Ecclesiastical History of England written around AD731. Is it Religion’s Domesday book? Mixed with Britains Pilgrimages I’m going to see if it fits as ,y book of the moment. From an historical perspective, it should be an interesting read.
I may comment, assuming it’s still going at 300, otherwise we are on the way to 366, and I am seriously wondering what comes next.
