Yesterday I had my best day ever as a fiction writer. Bauhaus' The Passion of Lovers gave me inspiration. Something about the beginning of that song gets me going. Having a lot of free time, and few good books left to read also really helped a lot.

A problem was how to make a hellish dystopian setting into something people would actually want to read. A possible solution is adding mystery at the beginning. The mystery I thought of was, just what is he? Is he even human? This is hopefully something to keep the pages turning through the misery.

Written much further about this elsewhere. Little reason to speak at all here, cept in 39 years, this was the best I managed. Hopefully it will continue, there isn't really much else to do, you know? Run, garden....

Got my wireless speakers today. Now the whole house is up for sound. Plan on putting at least one outside in the spring and planting my bamboo grove. Then I'll just about be ready to die. (Which is just the right time to really start writing fiction.)