A Quiet Place

Stark, Staring Mad

My paternal grandmother used to scream: “Have you gone mad? Have you gone stark, staring mad?”

Well, actually, I’ve been unwell with a stomach problem, which seems to have also affected my brain.

Yesterday, I felt so much better. But today… I have a raging headache, and have spent time debating whether to rewrite my completed-and-never-to-be-tinkered-with-again novel in first person. Which would be a fine exercise if I had nothing else to do.

But I have lots to do. There is the monster that is my WIP, and some juicy short story ideas waiting in the wings.

So I will resist the urge to tinker.

Phew…