My thank to those who messaged me regarding my petulant spate/hissy fit of a blog. I hear and take on board what you say.
After finishing a story I get rather down, a Post-coital tristesse type of sadness. Something has ended that fully engaged all my senses, such as they are, for a number of months (unlike sex which is only minutes!)
I get immersed in the story when I'm writing and ignore the real world. When finally the story is done and dusted and posted I return to the real world.
'WTF have they been doing while I was writing? The world is in a worse mess than before!'
That feeling of amazed dismay, on top of my tristesse, was then compounded by a nit picking comment and I threw a wobbly, followed by all my toys out of the pram.
I apologise for my childishness. In future I will suck it up, man up like Frank Spencer, and take any adverse remarks in my stride.
Stand on me, I'm a Hammer!
Currently I am 5 chapters into the latest story but don't know how many chapters will be the end result. I always know how a story begins and how it ends but the bit in the middle is an unknown country that I wander around where the fancy takes me.
Which could be the reason I'm not Top of the Pops; Most people prefer having a read than having a ramble.
Regards
Jack 'Laid back' Green