2025...

It's here. Whether we like it or not. And I'm doing all I can to prepare for the coming destruction. Lowered my monthly costs as much as I can. Signed back up with Netflix and Britbox for things to watch. I have enough DVDs to last the rest of my life, so that is a better investment. And I'm taking a break from writing to just read.

I may get back to Madame Bovary. I don't like reading modern fiction. Usually. I question why they choose the words and sentence structure they did. Which is really ridiculous of me. But I can't help it. However, with the classics, I accept their writing with minimal argument.

Everyone says you have to read in order to write. I covered for a lot of that by focusing on non-fiction and materials related to the Troubles in N Ireland. Specifically between 1966 and 1981.

Just don't anyone think I'm an expert on the situation. My knowledge is very limited, and shown mainly from Brendan's perspective, throughout. He's not in on IRA meetings. He goes to demonstrations because his friends are going. He helps with the Battle for Bogside out of anger and everybody else is doing it.

Plus his ways are not solidly Irish Catholic, except when it's in his face. Because he loves a Protestant girl and is clear-eyed enough to see both sides of the conflict are using it to enrich themselves.

But it's done and out there...and I'm going through a bit of withdrawal. So I'm not going to do any writing till I know which way I'm going.

I mean, I have a half-dozen books I could write, already, yet I came up with two new ones to focus on. Why? I could get back to work on my Darian's Point trilogy, which is really more like 3 novellas in a novel. I could figure out Dair's Window. I could commit to finishing Blood Angel, which I have plotted out almost completely. Instead...I wander through the fields of my mind.

I need a break from my brain.