Resting My Bones

In the last year or so, as age creeps up on me, my brain has become hard-wired to take the shortest route when on foot and do everything in the easiest way possible, and provided I don’t forget, doing that with cautious body movements in case I put my back out or aggravate the pain of some arthriticically challenged joint.

Apart from that, I’m a box or birds now that I’m writing a new book. There’s the usual, most difficult, challenge – I’ve faced up to before – of coming up with enough plot scenes to make the story longer than a novella.