I've been writing for a while now, and barely told you anything about myself. Ok then I'll pull the curtain back a little. I'm midway through my forties; career path is flatter than a pancake, which is no bad thing, since it's the life of letters I enjoy the most, either as a reader, or latterly, sticking articles on to this blog. Travelling another big joy, and it's true, always the journey, never the destination. I spend a lot of time idling through an open atlas.
Evening rain on the skylight roof, and for some reason it's making me think that all over London, there'll be people like me agonising between wanting to write, or instead follow that other equisite joy: burrow into the sofa with a compelling book.
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