It's an odd thing getting old, cos on the one hand you think "I want to make every day count" but you equally feel "I can't be arsed".  Or, "I'm so knackered". I do feel a strong impulse  - although that's not the right word, cos it sounds dynamic, it's more like a sort of a kind of prolapse of the will, this spreading swamp of apathy  -  to never do another book. Yet I also have about six or seven ideas that itch quite strongly. I suppose the point is the process of doing them, rather than some kind of time-defeating achievement.  More about being energised in the now.