Found out today that an old uni friend of mine also writes, and has read stuff out loud at an open mic night. Out loud . Cripes, I can barely read my own work to myself silently. Cojones, that man. Respect.
Really wish I had more time to write. It’s great to know of someone who’s out there producing stuff – it really puts the wind in your sails. Might have a bit of a brain storm this evening just to make sure I haven’t officially Run Out of Ideas yet.
The two consolatory factors are that the Story Fixer noticed my comment about his cheesy photo (good to know a mere link to a blog can plunge you right into the community) and that I’ve actually been writing, albeit non-fiction. I’m about to upload a history of Bootle to my Historic Liverpool site. Just need to illustrate it too.
Got to keep those grey cells humming!