OCTOBER 2024
Dear God! Families! These last months have given me so much to store away as material for writing crime fiction about ghastly post modern humanity. I've enough nasty incidents to store away ready for the day I try to write a couple of crime novels. My poor friend, the one I've spent the best part of 18 months looking in on her every day, is lost. Her family, who mainly lived far away and were never around, I think I met one daughter a couple of times, finally understood that they had to do something to help their mother. I mean families care don't they? Well, not, apparently, this lot. The daughters persuaded my poor confused friend that I was stealing from her and called me a charlatan in front of the poor confused soul. The Australian one tried to physically push me out of the house and kept telling her mother I was a thief, stole her money etc. Then they went to the police and obtained a trespass order to keep me and her other friends away. Needless to say my poor fuddled friend has quite a bit of money stashed away for her old age, which, I understand it's being said by the gossips and rumour mongers, is being rapidly syphoned off into the offspring bank accounts. I saw my friend in the library looking very unkempt, but she refused to speak to me, just called me a thief. That hurt. And none of us know how to help her. She needs to be in residential care but her daughters are keeping her in her home, because that doesn't cost money. Families can be so cruel.
Otherwise writing has slowed as I recover from the should joint operation and the struggle to get the novella perfect for release. I have been experimenting with adding black and white illustrations made from my photographs taken when I lived in Japan. It's not too tricky but I keep hitting the wrong keys with my arthritic fingers, or I brush wrong ones wih my mouse and everything disappears. I do want this book out in October as I've heaps more to write. However once I've mastered the process I'll be able to do it again.
