Game of Thrones fantasy

We’re home after a day of not-too-vexing air travel – Gay managed to get us upgraded to First Class, so I got to sit in a chair big enough for two of me and drink “free” wine.  While the rich teenager next to me practiced his homework for Boredom 101.  Changing planes at Atlanta was the usual frenetic Habitrail experience.

Home in time to see the last show of the season for Game of Thrones . . . boy, I wondered how they were going to tie up all those loose ends.  <SPOILER ALERT!!!>  They didn’t.

So now I roll up my sleeves and fill up my pen and get to work on the end of my own novel.  Maybe 20,000 words to go.  Forty good days.  Maybe Susan (my editor) would let me end it like Game of Thrones – i.e. kill off a few people and stop typing.

Maybe not.

Joe