These days I skim around other writers like a pebble over water attracted by the twinkles and the chinks of light or the sound of distant laughter but then, like the pebble, I sink into isolation. I need to be more wood? Wood floats. May be I will start to be an utter plank. Normally, I am a kind and chatty soul after all I have been around a bit now and none of this stays the same and one good power cut from a war to many and all these words and endeavours are gone. Continue reading →