Sheppy's World

They are ganging up on me, these tests of willpower and resolve. About a year ago, a friend gently enquired how retirement was going and in particular my writing. While informing me that my efforts were comparable to his in terms of their paucity, I had no real excuses. Time, he correctly asserted, was an asset that I possessed in vast quantities.

We were back again last night for the annual catch up. The sharing of cards, delivery of presents and ritual humiliation regarding to my writing efforts may have finally hit their mark.

I attempted to find sanctuary in an effort to divert attention to the failure of our respective good ladies to arrange a mid-year meet-up. However, that was an abject failure and I was left facing an unassailable truth. Unless I find a way to reignite my literary ambitions, they may well end up on the compost heap of failed hobbies and daft investments of valuable time and money.

So here we are. The new year looms and I am no further forward. However, I will not despair and with the new year will come a new drive and determination. Honestly.