I don’t object to being hung… no comment is either necessary or prudent here.
Or drawn – preferably with crayon in a pastiche of Jean-Francois Millet. I particularly liked ‘Man With A Hoe’ (1860), until I was told that it was inappropriate for someone of my age to be using such inflammatory language.
I could even stand being quartered…in the house of my (sadly deceased) landlady who fed and watered me with bacon and strong tea during my somnambulent drift through art school, in another century.
But, I deserve the real meaning of this expression, if only metaphorically.
I have not posted to my blog for quite some time. Mea maxima culpa.
My excuse is that I am absolutely rubbish at self-publicity and enjoy writing fiction way too much. Coupled with an inability to multi-task, something had to give and it was the blog.
I have been writing and not blogging.
I apologise to everyone who follows my blog. I will get back to normal service when this particular demon has ceased riding me like a carnival horse.
So, I hope that you will bear with me during this time of inattention and keep the faith.
I’ll be back.