I write cosmically related novels which I am attempting to publish. I am 72 and have a somewhat dodgy heart so I am on the brink of the cosmic and feel it. I have a strong sense of responsibility to the novels to complete them and safely publish them. I don't know why and yet I do know, because the great spirit, or whatever we wish to call it, has left her imprints all over them. Or so it seems to me. Perhaps I am deluded. If so, it is a lovely delusion.
