write at the end

Getting late; 22:20 already and it's Saint Valentine's Day. At least it is here in good old England, don't know about the likes of France, the USA, Mozambique, Australia, the Virgin Islands or a thousand other places in the world. Do they celebrate February 14th the same way we do over here?

Actually now I think about it, I can't say I'm all that bothered these days, it's just another day, no more and no less romantic than most other days. Yesterday the sun was shining and the sky was blue, today looks like it's my turn. To be blue I mean. Did manage to critique my first story on C.C. for a while though, finally went okay, though it took me a while to get back in the groove. Nice story too, unusual short based on 'Carcassonne', a poem by Gustave Naudad. Just goes to show you come across something new every day in this game.

No, game isn't right. It's not been a game for years, that would suggest I'm playing at my writing and that couldn't be further from the truth. What I'm doing is learning the craft, maturing, ripening. Yeah, even at my age. The day I don't learn something new is the day I grow old and die, and I ain't ready for that yet. Not today.

Chris