Sick Puppy

I’ve had to stop the Mrs Sunderbury story just at the point when the drama is about to start happening. There’s nothing I can do about it. I have introduced all but one of the main characters and some fun shit is about to hit the blurred and whirring blades of a rapidly rotating fan, but I have started to write a book here, not a short story, and I need to take weeks off from everything else I am doing if I am going to do this fiction justice. Plus, I am sick. I have a head cold. The late spring is making me sneeze so much that I didn’t notice the difference between the virus and the allergy, and now I am in bed with chest aching and wheezing. Fuck it.

Still the fiction will be returned to, and anyway, it did its job, by returning my imagination to me, which was in danger of being subsumed by the concerns of Mammon. Mammon is the name of my puppy. Do you like him? He’s cute isn’t he. Anyway, if you’ve been following the story, apologies, it gets better, there’s a great couple of twists in it, and I’m sure I’ll finish it eventually, just not now. Right now, I have to blow my nose and lie down.