Part of being stupid enough to think you can create a fantasy world; produce amongst all the ideas/people/customs/planets/new types of live with different/inbuilt skills, something that is different and if you knew when you started, what you had let yourself in for, you would be a prime candidate for the canvas blaser with the long sleeves and no doubt you would see the blaser, rocket ahead of you, seeking survival.
Despite what it seems I haven’t wiped out everyone but I do need to keep some things back from the ‘Hoi – did he really do that, brigade’.
Will the Admirals survive – well, another set of Admirals on the way; what is left of the planet for now, and what happens to afters and is it custard again will be a discussion for afters.
All will not be revealed, since I haven’t got the faintest idea – tune in again for the naked bareback hedgehog derby, which is how my writing feels.
Thanks once again.