Got a nudge in the back on Sunday, quite a sharp rap on my ribs. Five pages, printed, delivered and my heart began pounding.
I do not share, it is a protection mechanism, having discovered that a wee insignificant tale for me is a huge mountain for someone else. It depends I suppose on what you have been through, what you have done and what has been done to you. There is a perspective my Grandmother could never understand from behind net curtain in suburban avenue.
When writing fiction I get the opportunity to delve into other peoples’ perspectives adding in colour from stories from my past, present or future. I handed Sean something to read from the Dromdrevc Chronicles and he asked was it true, knowing it was on a different planet.
So I have shared my songs and they are going to be put to music and I have a new perspective to learn. A new direction to follow.