just practicing the craft, anonymously, as I make sense of my world
My writing is pretty much journalistic. I’d like to think that I could write fiction based on experience. Make up stuff from the real..
I started blogging, keeping my writing in a confined space, because some day I want my children to really know Me. But as I get older that’s perhaps not so relevant. They know me the way they do and that’s enough.
You’ll find lots of posts of thoughts, stream of consciousness, some poetry (my brand of), some stories, vague family references (keeping it anonymous), Buddhist concepts, and, what I didn’t expect when I started – lots of photos!
Am I a writer or a photographer? Or am I arrogant to even consider I’m either 🙂
I live in the inner city, with dreams of a tree change or sea change. My children are young adults and the nest is almost empty…stay tuned.