It's been a month since last I wrote, and what a month it has been: moving to London, starting a new job, settling into a new flat ... It seems like I landed in Heathrow only yesterday, and yet it seems like I've been living here for years. Strange how the mind adjusts , and in some respects does not, and time stretches and compresses depending on one's mood.
With all of this, there has been little time for much else. I thought that London would not need much in the way of exploration, as I'd lived here for three years a little while back; yet like any other city, it has a myriad of new delights and surprises just outside the front door, like the tow path along the banks of the Thames beyond Putney Bridge, or Carnaby Street in the heart of the city (how I missed this when I last lived here is completely beyond me).
And so the weekdays have been spent adjusting to my new work regime, and the weekends have been spent catching up on sleep and exploring the areas in and around Hammersmith, my new home.
But I have found time to finish Form and Practice and written Penitence, the first of which has been submitted to an illustrious online publication and the other is ready for the usual Ms. K. critical appraisal. And speaking of Ms. K., she's going to record another podcast this weekend (the first in a few months) and when she's finished that, I'll put the story text on here as well to accompany it.
It's a bank holiday here, and the sun is shining; time I spent some time in it instead of 'net browsing ...
