The end or the start?

Christmas time again and laid off as usual.  I have e reading bug and the itch to write, but I have also a strong depression on the way that threatens to turn my ambition into velleity.  Come with that I have been obsessive towards sex as well, even by my standards add MPTR has suggested that she wants a good poke.  My resistance is low, but there is a real fear that this will end poorly; not with me heartbroken again but dead.  So I have been throwing a lot of shit at the wall hoping that something will stick.  

Thank fully there are books, the one thing that distracts me a little from sex.

Read Terry Pratchett's new book, Dodger.  It is not of the Diskworld series, which I was looking forward to, but another Earth based fantasy, this time in Early Victorian London, I time I know little of but a fascinating time none-the-less.  Dodger is a Tosher, someone that makes their living scouring sewers of London for loose change when he hears a woman being beaten by thugs and comes to her rescue and into the intrigue of the aristocracy of the time.  Will he marry the German Princess he rescued?

Then it was into more London fantasy with Ben Aaronovitch's Moon over Soho and the third in the series that I read so fast and hard that I can't remember reading the title.  Five stars each.  Basically a cop turned Apprentice Wizard investigating crime with an unnatural bent.  Gods, wizards, goblins and more mixed with a history of London that you pick up by osmosis whether you like it or not.  After reading Dodger, I was surprised that they tied in so closely.

 

If I was smart I would have read China Meiville's Un Lum Dum next which also parallels the London underground too, but Peter v Brett was practically screaming at me to find out what next is going to happen to the Characters of The Warded Man, in, Desert Spear.   How I marvel that he let me look at one of the villains of the first book and even got me cheering for him a bit.  I am barely a quarter of the way through though and I am already reading and time is passing me by

I had wanted to start a big writing project this winter.  I was thinking of posting it here for people to read as I write it, if I can get the sex out of me and get down to writing.  Really it is a drain.  I hope MPTR leaves me out of it.  She won't and I have been getting desperate, for any type of love.  She will be the end of me.