Frank Sinatra, Apollo 11 and Spaghetti.

Captured on a carousel of time.

Words from a Joni Mitchell song.

I want to write them, I have, but I want to add them to my book.

We can only look back from where we came.

More.

They belong in my book, which (among other things) includes Frank Sinatra, the Apollo 11 moon mission and Spaghetti. and is about Time. But, it’s meant to be finished. Looking for a publisher.

There are quotes in the book, there is music, there are lyrics so there is both precedent and room.

There is always room.

Another page is forever possible.

But then I have to start again, and I’m meant to be working on another, and a pantomime, and a vegetable patch, and a broken daughter.

She had a car crash. 

I could have lost her.

She could have lost herself.

It was close.

There was a tree.

I’m not ready for this.

Trees I can cope with; I live in a forest.

I can cope with pantomime too; this is my third. 

I can’t cope with….