There is a story I wrote a few years back. Full length. It has quirky details of a near future London, that are not far off now, but I am not sure it has really understood the characters, and while the plot is acceptable I am not sure why I would read it, but I will.
Then there was a hard times, they are telling us again on the radio that this is a hard times. This is not as hard a times as five years ago was. Or maybe ten, not five. But now I am thinking about it there have been quite a lot of hard times, perhaps the trick is to not think about it too much.
April 23
Another month slipping into this year, and, sure, I am going to read numerous more books,...