Long time no blog.

Progress seems to consist these days of typing by candlelight (when the Norfolk power goes off or "Home" disconnects itself from the National Grid) and hurrying up and waiting for others. The best part of three of the thirty-one volumes is typed and awaiting hammering into shape (i.e., removing my typos and those of the overseas typing service...). The website proper is en-route for next week. Those nice kind people at Lincolnshire Museums Service (t'Council in effect) are deciding whether they want anything to do with the reprint of Spark Around the Bridge. Most peculiarly of all the left-most shift key on both desktop and laptop (wireless keyboards) have stopped working, both within the space of a few days. Unless the technology is conspiring in some way overnight - maybe there's a network I don't know about) then the only common link is the device between the keyboards and the seats in question - me. Maybe it's my left pinkie that's stopped working? perhaps I've developed some nervous typing-tic? Weird.

My Father used to bang away at his (series of) manual typewriters as though he was playing drums in a band. He used to kill typewriters at a splendid rate of knots. Paper used to struggle visibly as he fed it into the platen, aware of the beating that earlier sheets had received. His typewriter-ribbons didn't dry out, they just blew away like dust...

Anyway, the project continues, shift keys or no shift keys...