I was just reading through that last entry on Alan B’s horror novel and saw the phrase ‘refused to trod’.
It wasn’t a typo.
I actually wrote that on purpose, knowing what I was doing even as I did it. Not because I’m a good looking loner who lives by his own rules, but because my brain is fucking mush right now and I can barely hold a thought in my head.
It’s been that way since I got back from hospital. I took it pretty easy the first week, but tried to get a bit done this week.
And for my sins we get ‘refused to trod’.
It’s no ‘The human wave surged toward him like a surging human wave,’ but I’m gonna be a while getting back up to speed I reckon.