What do they do, to fill their days?
(In case you hadn’t caught up, I’m an old fogey)
My novel writing has seriously fizzled out, for a variety of reasons. Now I’m wondering what else there is to do, besides reading, while I wait to be measured for my shroud.
I’m not handy, so making stuff is out. Genealogy is for women. I don’t collect things either. And having led a somewhat fragmented life - which comes from having a mind like a can of worms - means there’s little I can write expertly in the non-fiction field.
You might feel inclined to say, the only thing left for me is to join an old people’s club. That’s where everyone sits around wearing silly hats, eating cake, and blowing those fool roll-out paper whistles. Thanks, but no thanks. Besides, I’m anti-social, too.
Over to you.
(In case you hadn’t caught up, I’m an old fogey)
My novel writing has seriously fizzled out, for a variety of reasons. Now I’m wondering what else there is to do, besides reading, while I wait to be measured for my shroud.
I’m not handy, so making stuff is out. Genealogy is for women. I don’t collect things either. And having led a somewhat fragmented life - which comes from having a mind like a can of worms - means there’s little I can write expertly in the non-fiction field.
You might feel inclined to say, the only thing left for me is to join an old people’s club. That’s where everyone sits around wearing silly hats, eating cake, and blowing those fool roll-out paper whistles. Thanks, but no thanks. Besides, I’m anti-social, too.
Over to you.
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