Ah, it’s November. That means that I’m writing. This year it’s another novel, just as ambitious as the last one and in fact a kind of sequel to last year’s.
Those are the plans.
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often awry,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!-Robert Burns, “To a Mouse, on turning up in her nest with a plough”. 1785
Which means it’s up in the air at the time I’m writing this. (It’s not quite Halloween yet in my timestream.) (more…)