The More Things Change...

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Every now and then, something happens in your personal life that sends you reeling. All that you thought was good and proper turns out to be nothing more than shadows and ghosts, drifting off into the wind while you struggle to stop the ashes running through your fingers like sand. I'm not going to delve into specifics (those who know me in that scary place known as 'real life' will know to what I allude) but sufficeth to say, I'm not exactly operating at my best.

However, I've always been proud of the fact that I'm strong and, dare I admit it, stubborn, and I'm not going to quit the one thing I still enjoy simply because of a change in circumstances. So I'll still be writing. I actually managed to write half of a new flash on the tube (of all places) on Saturday evening, while I got an idea for another flash while touring the catacombs of Kensal Green Cemetery yesterday (oh I get my kicks in the strangest places). I'm working on part 8 of The First Tale over on my Tales from Vertigo City blog and I'm redrafting my novel. I feel confident that Fowlis has no intentions of suddenly deserting me.

So until I can either publish one of my new flashes (oh, they will be getting published) or write about something else, I suggest you go and visit the websites in my Below the Fold link box on the right. Everyone is very talented, and deserves your support. Tell them Icy sent you.