The muse returns

It's taken a while to feel like writing again. Actually, I believe the muse was always there, just it couldn't find its way to the head of the queue. Even missed my Auntie Pauline's funeral. Rest In Peace, little lady. If there's anything beyond, we'll listen to Elvis once in a while... xxx
My story timeline did its job, though. A bit of thought made me realise I'd kind of missed a step or two within a step or two - but that's why I created this timeline: it allowed me to think around things, as opposed to trying to think of things. I would have written stuff last night, but the England match got in the way :-)
The furore surrounding Rooney's inclusion in the team has got worse - they're even arguing about it on the tv panel during the discussions. Scholesy has put a thought into everyone's heads. Dead right, too! Rooney created Sturridge's goal, but missed two great chances to score himself. I think Hodgson fell into the trap of trying to include someone who doesn't fit into his plans. Of course, you need more than one plan, but sticking Rooney on the left, where he doesn't want to be, can't work if he won't do it. We've seen him cover and run and tackle then start up attacks and score for Man U. Not here, though. Hmmm. Why did he seem incapable of doing something we've seen him do so many times for his club? Because he didn't want to? I'm a great fan of Rooney's, but Sturridge puts the ball in the net. It's why Michael Owen was preferred to Andy Cole (and anyone else) for England. But Gerrard is no Pirlo - we need more in midfield than Gerrard can offer. Sterling's potential is plain to see, but nothing is being produced outside of it just yet. A bit of mayhem, but the Italians worked at it and that's all it was last night. Thought, application, work. Something's gotta give, selection-wise.
On the diabetes/breathlessness thing - a bit better...

Who wants to live forever?

Friday saw me admitted to hospital at about 6 a.m. unable to breathe... you think you're going to die and the great literary plan is all but over. Funny that I had to write my name on paper so they could check my medical records (I could barely speak and kept choking) - writing unto my final breath lol  Gasping for breath and collapsing like a rag doll with tears rolling down my face was an indignity I never imagined to experience. Survival was nothing to do with me, but made possible through some sterling work by a nurse on her own during a night of emergencies. Thank you, Nurse Rachael. I will marry you if I ever live through this book ;-)
Internet research tells you that the number one reason for entry into emergency care in a hospital is being unable to breathe. It also tells you how great a problem is diabetes. So, it's either a side effect of the drugs, or of the condition itself. But no-one actually states that, so I'm surmising... a bit...
I'm off this week, hoping to write more than just my name as a final epitaph... still expecting to finish it by October... if I'm not around by then, will I become a ghost-writer? ;-)