I'm about to move the Cold War novel to the back burner again. Not because of disinterest but because I'm more passionate about the book I started more recently, the last day in the life of an old man, which is close to my heart now ha ha. I have ideas burning in my head for this, and it's stupid to keep pouring water on them. So this book moves forward, the long, long, long overdue Cold War book moves back into the mental shadows. Ah, me. Will I ever finish it?
But I have energy to return to the other, perhaps because it's more immediately personal to me. My Cold War experiences were so long ago.
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