I'm sorry for the break in blogging. As a select few of you know, my mother, Clara, died on 7 December last. She was 89, and it was her time - she had had enough - so I console myself that she is in a better place. Nonetheless, the change has disrupted our family life - she used to live with us as she needed care - and I, at least, haven't got back into my stride yet. Mourning apart, there is all the practical stuff to do, like arrange probate. Then we need to sort this house out and do a serious de-clutter - that should take about a year.
It seems to be a curse that whenever I start writing something happens. Breaks in writing do not help as I have an active mind (some would say too active) and the idleness sets me thinking of other projects. Frankly, unless I am going to live to be 120, and be fully functional with it, I already have too many prospective books lined up without adding a Great War saga plus Constance of York and the Case of the Poisoned Queen, my latest theoretical additions to the list. I need to focus and get on with the bloody R3 project!!!!
Writing is hard work - at least it is to do it properly. Any fool can come up with ideas, but the actual sitting down and banging at a keyboard, followed by rigorous self-editing takes time and discipline. I've got the time, but currently I lack the discipline. Sometimes I feel like hitting myself, but it does no good. I need to get back into my routine. Though honesty compels me to say that I shall never be a prolific writer, the sort of person who produces something every 12 months. Even if I were on a million pounds a book, I could never be that productive! (Though if were on a million pounds a book, I suppose I'd try a lot harder to write at least a couple.)
A bit of blogging may help, so I'll try to write something here from time to time.