Well, I have finally and fully recovered from the bug that had laid me low recently. Indeed, I strolled round the local golf course on Wednesday, breathing freely and sinking ridiculous putts on my way to a 4-birdie round of 73. A fine day.
I'm still finding it extremely strange not to be writing comic strips and working to deadlines for the first time in nearly 40 years. A huge part of my life has disappeared, almost overnight, and it's taking me time to adjust. As I've mentioned many times before, I was only 24 years old when I came up with the idea of Beau Peep and it's weird not to have all those characters bouncing around in my head.
Talking about weird, I was discussing the recent BBC series of Sherlock with my sister and we both came to the same conclusion---we simply couldn't decide if we liked it or not. The final episode was so jaw-droppingly, laughably bad that belief had to be not only suspended but hung by the neck until dead. And I watched every second of it.
As far as my writing is concerned, I'm still working on my book and some football articles for magazines but a lack of deadlines means that I am very easily distracted. At Christmas, my son gave me a second-hand Nintendo gizmo with the Goldeneye game we used to play together when he was a kid---a glorious, nostalgic present. Between that and daily episodes of Law and Order on the box, how's a guy supposed to work?
