Von Loewe really should know me well enough by now to realize that I am not going to face my execution without a fight. Or with anything remotely resembling dignity.

One moment flying in green sunlight, then the sky suddenly grey and dark.

God knows what I thought! Your brain does amazing acrobatics when it doesn't want to believe something.

I tend not to attempt to describe pain. I don't feel I can comprehend or re-create the personal suffering of others, so I simply try to tell what happened, or what I imagine happened. I also think it helps to let the reader fill in a lot of the blanks. Melodrama is patronizing. With a straightforward statement, readers can figure out for themselves what's going on.

But people need lift, too. People don't get moving, they don't soar, they don't achieve great heights, without someone buoying them up.

There’s glory and honour in being chosen. But not much room for free will

Please come back soon. The window is always open.