Concentration

Dear Diary,

Today has been slow. I find myself in a strange mood, unable to concentrate. In eighty hours time is D-day, and I am no further on with my essay. Bugger. I daren’t go out for a storm. Thankfully I have no booze or ’owt in the house so I am thinking straight at least. Now I must force myself to focus: consolidate that which I have learned thus far in the module. I need to catch up on my Latin so cannot delay any further.

At the turn of the year a publisher (part of the Penguin group) got back in touch with me. I have asked them to publish my work at their expense because I am so poor. Zenobia is dedicated to Doctor Jones, and Doctor Watson, because they taught me more than one can ordinarily comprehend. I chose these two because they are both as every bit as learnēd as they are each pious.

Brook Benton, “Another cup of coffee, and another cigarette...”

This Council Tax bill hanging over me, my impoverished situation, the family squabbles all take a toll on my wavering spirit.

*speaks to self* “Thou art strong Maxwell!” I can do this. Focus Max. Get your paper squared away then get straight back to Latin.

Max.