Back then I was half the age I am now. I'm not sure a lot has changed though. Not me anyway. In the first half of that year I wrote three short novels, two of which I have recently uploaded to Smashwords. The third is to follow shortly. I'm nearly through proofreading it and it just occurred to me I have a hard time believing in reality. Not that this is any revelation, but there's a paragraph near the end of The Long Walk Up From The Beach that encapsulates the notion quite well. No, not changed at all. I still don't get it. Time. Space. The universe. You. I'm still not convinced any of it is real. Oh well.

Alone but not lonely. Must be a human condition. Or am I kidding myself? I may delete this post later. Yes.

The Long Walk Up From The Beach equates to evolution. That and gravity I can believe in at least. And of course, comedy!