I love to write, it’s how I feel I best connect with everything that’s happening around me. Some people can paint, some people can draw, some people can do all these things exceptionally well. I don’t know if I’m a good writer, but I enjoy it. So every now and again, I’ll add musings, things I write down in the whim of the moment or old scratchings from the backs of some of my dozens of notebooks.
A friend and I had a conversation today. It started as most of them do, checking in, seeing how one another was, a bit of a giggle and some silliness and then it changed direction. We found ourselves talking about the roads we walk down and how the sensible one, may not always be the […]
I used to run a blog. It was a space where I mostly wrote about watching films and occasionally what books I read. I don’t know why I started it, but I did kind of enjoy it. But I kind of forgot about it and eventually even the logins escaped me. But recently I’ve wanted […]