Ignite?
28.6.08Sitting in my old bedroom in the 'ancestral' home; windows thrown wide open, a fine drizzle outside and a wet breeze carrying upon it the beautiful smell of wet earth and warm, freshly baked biscuits. Feeling the gentle satisfaction of having finished a well-written, if somewhat long book- 'Any Human Heart' by William Boyd. But given my shameless infidelity to so much reading material in the recent past, I think I've done well enough. I feel like I've skated across the surface of Logan Gonzago Mountstuart's life...
As always, my lament, I've been meaning to write. Clogged with words, but somehow, still unwilling. Amongst other things, the book definitely has motioned me forward towards my untended Miscellany Manifesto. Perhaps, I need this self-indulgence once more. Is it time to jot down the random musings of this transient soul once again?
