While Symphony No. 6 in B minor, Op. 74, Pathétique, is playing on BBC4 and my mother ponders the sadness of that piece. I find someone finding my site from Minot, North Dakota, USA. It is 22:00. Interested I am – who are you from ND who looked on me? Tell me where you looked and what you saw? Please, please tell me what it is that got you here…

Reading: I am backing away from this obsessive past time. Since I first read Lord Foul’s Bane in 1987 I’ve mauled bookshops throughout the western world; input/output. In the past couple of years I’ve drifted away from this tendency of mine. I am trying to recall what the last novel I read cover to cover. I didn’t finish Surface Detail when that first appeared in late 2010 – I found it very predictable and since then I’ve checked out a smattering of HST short pieces. Not touched this poetic poverty ever before in my adulthood. My blog is taking up most of my time…I wonder if this cultural drought is damaging?