I haven't posted here in ages. Life keeps getting in the way. Worry. Anxiety. Insomnia. The usual reactions to an unusual timeline in which we seem once again poised on the cusp of Armageddon.
Sigh.
This month I turn 57. My 60s are in sight; I see them bobbing ahead of me, like an old, decrepit vessel on choppy waters.
Healthwise, I'm in pretty good shape. I'm trying to age strong - eating healthy, lifting weights, lots of walking, still training at the dojo. That's my plan: age strong. Train for the apocalypse. Beyond that, everything else is gravy.
Reading:
A re-read of an old favourite, If You Could See Me Now by Peter Straub. It's just as wonderful as I remember.
Writing:
Still working on my novella, The First Road to Hell, and have tentatively started a novel called Atrophy Season that expands upon a short story that was published last year in Andy Cox's Remains. Let's see if it sticks. None have over the past few years, but I remain hopeful.
Watching:
Blue Lights, a superb cop drama following a bunch of police recruits in Belfast.
The Strangers Trilogy. A remake/reboot in trilogy form of the excellent original. Watched the first two and they're not as bad as their reputation suggests. I'm still interested enough to watch the final installment.
Listening:
An eclectic mix of nostalgic 90s playlists, Radiohead, Doves, Mumford & Sons, Slipknot, film soundtracks.
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