Reasons to be Cheerful - Part 1
On being your own architect
Half the time at the moment, I’m channeling the spirit of 18th-century pirate Mary Read (or re-channelling, since I’m in the last two weeks of the third novel’s second draft). The rest of the time I’m writing academic sentences about obscure Elizabethan epigrams. (And avoiding doing my US tax return, which as an accidental American, whose dad helped the buggers get to the moon, feels like an unjust penalty for humankind’s advancement.) Every morning, I’m also journaling; personal and reflexive writing that feeds my Substack posts.
This week, “Your Friend In Bagged Aggregates” (or any other dull-sounding comedy-friendly job title) is having a pre-flight Wetherspoons breakfast in the Departure Lounge before he jets to the Maldives, which he can afford because he has a “proper job”. I enjoyed processing my annoyance through him, but annoyance, like any brand of anger, is healthiest when swiftly eliminated. Finding myself in a more peaceful place, I’m mulling fur…
