I just finished my fifth novel and set it aside to age. I hope it will be like a fine wine, but recognize the possibility it is a barrel of swill. The writer is always the last to know. It is the worst of times in the publishing industry, the best having seemingly been in the ’50s with a decline that since has in recent times accelerated to over-the-cliff velocity. So it’s a fine if belated time to enter the blogging world.