I write every day – day in, day out.
It is a rare day wherein I do not write.
Even if I am away – for a social occasion – I have my notebook.
I have reams of writing, which I am going through – to see what is there.
I am up to ‘February 2016’ now – from the diary – and so I get close to meeting myself here.
My writing isn’t a game. It is deadly serious.
I play games – Nintendo – when I need to come away from the writing for a while – but the writing itself . . .
What rot! I was going to say that the writing itself is not a game but, sometimes, I play games with the writing.
I am blogging to find out precisely what I am willing to let into the public sphere, and what I want to keep private – I know that much now.
Eventually, it all may go public.
I saw a woman on the bus today with two children who had Down’s Syndrome – they were twins.
You take what life gives you.
Sometimes, you choose.