books, Life

Mashed Thoughts

I tried to start another book. I have half a dozen new ones.

The problem I’m having is in letting go of my own family history. Culloden, Glasgow, family, why they did what they did, how they lived on, generations of feisty attitudes, and so forth, have me, in a sense, reeling.

I can’t read. I can’t think.

AARRGGHH!