How long does it take a bashful scribbler to admit that they are a fully-fledged writer? It has taken me years to understand that I might after all be one. I might have been one all the way. The friend who’s always claimed so is probably blue in the face by now.
Well, the circumstances have been conductive, that’s all. Silence, exclusive rights to use the computer equipment, a pair of understanding parents somewhat sensing I shouldn’t be disturbed just now. I’m idling my time away, some might say. Scribble? At the weekend? You could travel, party or chat with the near and dear! Well, the solitary in me likes to think that what she's doing now matters. It does, doesn’t it? For me, it’s either this or a shrink sometimes. Which one would you go for?
Well, the circumstances have been conductive, that’s all. Silence, exclusive rights to use the computer equipment, a pair of understanding parents somewhat sensing I shouldn’t be disturbed just now. I’m idling my time away, some might say. Scribble? At the weekend? You could travel, party or chat with the near and dear! Well, the solitary in me likes to think that what she's doing now matters. It does, doesn’t it? For me, it’s either this or a shrink sometimes. Which one would you go for?
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