Work has been slow as usual due to the stuff I’ve been up to in the previous post. The other reality when writing is the need to have some form of income when working. I don’t have that, so I’ve been looking at that, and doing some work for an agency, every now and again (when they call me). On top of this I have developed (hardly a development) alopecia. At this stage it’s not the type that has reduced me to complete baldness but rather the more annoying version which gives me bald spots around my head. I’ve managed to hide it well so far apart from the fuck off bald spot in the middle of my skull, which doesn’t even qualify me to say I have male pattern baldness, which would be partially acceptable at the very least. But there’s a few patches.. The thing is I can do fuck all about it. Either it grows back or it gets worse. Treatments are largely redundant and there’s little point right now joining some supportive alopecia message boards, joining the ranks of the bald avatars. It’s just too depressing. So I’m looking for a cap this summer. Not that I suit caps, but I don’t suit unsightly bald patches as well. Could be worse, I could have toothache as well.

The novel hasn’t taken a back seat, it’s me whose taken a back seat. I need a job and there’s work on the house to be done. If you need me I’ll be in the garden.