From the moment this week began, I have been feeling so old.
This is a new feeling for me, for up until now, I haven’t been feeling my age at all. Old age was something I didn’t give a second thought to, probably something that would happen later, or was it something that happened to other people?
It’s as if a clock has been wound up, and I can hear it ticking the minutes of my life away. I never expected to feel like this. Indeed, for most of my life I thought I would live forever. I am feeling a little under the weather, so that might have something to do with it…
On the good news front, I have reached the finale of my WIP. One of the most important chapters of the book, in my humble opinion.
I have, in the past, been guilty of rushing the ending of my stories, in my haste to be done.
This time, I want to get it right, just in case The Mystery of Folly’s End turns out to be my swan song…
Hang on a cotton picking minute… doesn’t Swan Song sound like the title of a novel?