Writing

In this age of the internet and social media, every man, woman and child, (and their dogs) seems to be pouring an unfeasible amount of verbiage into the ether in an orgy of information exchange and, let’s face it, self publicity.

So I thought, why should I be any different?

In mitigation I can plead my disability, which does prevent me from getting out and about as much as I used to. I have to wait for the world to come to me, ideally by dropping round for tea and a chat, but if not that, virtually by way of my blog, website and Bandcamp pages.

I love words, I enjoy writing. When I was trying to think of a way to move out of teaching I wrote a book and tried to get it published. I may put some of it on here if I hit a block. Don’t hold your breath.

As for poetry, well… I wrote anguished sixth-form stuff, and stopped when growing self-awareness told me how bloody bad it was. I studied some poets as part of my degree course. I’ve only recently tried my hand at writing verse again, having found my feet as a song lyricist. I make no claims about it, but no-one can stop me putting it up here, mwahahaha!

Anyway, I’m only dropping words into the vast ascii ocean.