'But, for the time being, here we all are,/Back in the moderate Aristotelian city/of darning and the eight-fifteen, where Euclid's geometry/and Newton's mechanics would account for our experience,/and the kitchen table exists because I scrub it. . .The Time Being is, in a sense, the most trying time of all.' (W.H. Auden, 'For the Time Being')
My agent has advised me that writing a blog would help to sell my books. I am sceptical, but suppose that it wouldn't hurt to blether on for a little while once a week or so.
I've written two books set in Roman Britain, mostly near the Wall, so the promise of Roman fortifications does unfailingly drag me out of my way, even in the rain. At present, though, I'm struggling with the 17th C. I don't have any immediate intention of revisiting the period, but the old stones still make my heart beat faster.