Quietly damning the torpedoes

Working long and hard on editing two of my stories, The Hounding, and The Meat It Feeds On, and writing the first draft of a new short one called Snowfall. Other bits and pieces too, and sent a manuscript, rather speculatively, off to Gregory in New York. There is something, I have decided, which is very empowering about being 60. It's damn the torpedoes and full steam ahead. Loving reading my book of Ray Bradbury short stories at night. Lorraine coldy and tired at night. I started to read a story but she was asleep in about 30 seconds.