Well, after the vicissitudes described in my previous blog, the manuscript of National Cake Day in Ruritania has finally reached the literary consultant and I’ve paid for the consultation. I’m now informed that the consultant’s target date for returning the critique is December 27th. Merry Christmas.
Since posting the minimum opus I’ve written very little except a couple of letters and one or two small exercises for the creative writing class. In the near future I must do more work on my planned collection of hideous puns, tentatively entitled Cruel and Unusual Punnishments, which I might decide to publish under a pseudonym for fear of death threats – particularly from a punophobic daughter. I also plan to return to the novel with the 18th century setting, which I put on the back burner after losing my way with it. It’s been simmering nicely for a few months and could now be ready for reworking. Maybe in the New Year?
The past fortnight has been devoted to hospitality. Solitary though my life usually is (by choice, I hasten to add), there’s some company I enjoy and on which I enjoy conferring enjoyment. So it’s been a great – albeit non-creative – couple of weeks. Fortunately, I managed to stave off all attempts to bestow editing assignments on to me for those two weeks, but I expect to have to make up for the hiatus in the near future. Voices whisper in my ear that the nose-grindstone interface is about to be re-established…