There’s a cartoon in one of Terry Deary’s Horrible Histories – I can’t for the life of me remember which one (although I want to say the Terrible Tudors) – with the caption: “Promises are like pie-crusts: made to be broken.” Or words to that effect.
And certainly my Resolution re: the writing of short stories each month has already failed. I’m not going to promise to do better for February, because that would just set me up for more failure. Instead, I’m going to say that I shall keep the Sunday slot open for short stories, for when I write them. Or suitable extracts from my Story, upon which I actually lavish most of my creative endeavours, and which I
would like to will complete this year.
Of course, depending on how well I maintain my reading of books, it may well come about that I shall purloin the Sunday post for more book-reviews. We shall see.
As it is, I must needs lavish far more attention on my Story (I hesitate to call it a Novel until I know whether it shall be one volume or two) than I currently do, partly a result of my current working hours and partly because of my desire to
procrastinate learn handicrafts.