The Ryno Pen

It’s been a fairly quiet time.

Reducing the amount of face-to-face stuff I do has been positive. I might even stay on the green side of the turf longer if I can keep it to a minimum.

Slowly I’m starting to feel the old creative urges again, and the memories of my time among the god-botherers are hardly ever jumping out at me like leering flashers from a hedge. It doesn’t take an awful lot to trigger me: a certain family member sent me a disgusting piece of racist chain-letter email the other day, and I was in full-on over-reaction mode for nearly a week.

I could have done my nut, but that doesn’t achieve anything. Eventually I decided it’s better that I just consign any future mails from him to the silent waste paper basket: a quick filter script and he is no more. There’s nothing either of us could say that would change matters, and the gap widens day by day. Calling “cut” just took a load of acrimony out of it.

I’m not bone idle, although many of the bones are lobbying quite loudly for “no confidence in motion”. There’s something over 20K words of book in a form resembling close-to-finished, and notes to get maybe 40K more around it. Seeing this will be A Work Of Fiction Which Is Certainly Not About Real People Who Have Lawyers, it is important to go slowly and make sure nothing real intrudes.

Apart from the all-too-vivid memories, Herself and the pets are the population of my planet. There’s online stuff, but it’s less stressful being a bunch o’ pixels.

There are people and places I remember. I’ve revisited some of the places, and found that time has changed both location and observer. It’s probably a bit that way with many of the people too: I don’t have the capacity to renew many of the acquaintances.

For those who feel they don’t see or hear enough of me, I grant you this Creative License: make what you want! If it suits you to imagine me well and happy, poor and miserable, demented and bitter, blithely contemplating nothingness, or whatever: go for it. I’ll be none the worse for the imagining, and you’ll have something you want.

If you need a caption, think one up.