Susan Hill has been complaining about complaining writers. I hope she doesn't mean me. She probably does. Thought I'd better say that it wasn't the writing that made 2006 bad, but other stuff. It was one of those years where everything seemed to simply be getting progressively worse, that's how it's been. I've not written about it here because it's to do with other people and I do try hard not to winge. I'm such a bloody optimist I'm even thinking now that the pit of the trough must have been reached and any moment now there'll be a turn for the better.
Meantime back to normal days. Lots of work has come in which is, as always, great for the survival prospects and puts the writing on hold for a little longer. It's comedy, though, the best of Fools and Horses, which means I'm getting to examine the genius of John Sullivan's writing at close quarters and laughing out loud every so often. Just what's needed.
Bye bye, thanks for visiting, come again soon.