Recent spate of writing. I've finished A Young Man's Fancy. Will try to finish Of Inscrutable Conceit, my other multi-chapter work in progress. I am in the process of working on Conceit, but the plot is somewhat altered, which is not really shocking, given that canon has obviously changed since four years ago when I started writing Conceit. (How embarassing to say that out loud.)

As Dylan Thomas said...

In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labor by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.

Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.

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