We’re often told “there’s a novel in all of us just waiting to get told”.Well, mine can’t be that keen because it isn’t pressing me at all to come out – like some new energised babe into this old world. No – mine is hidden away and just wants to stay there, untold and unlived and even unloved.Now in my case it could just be laziness. I’ve only ever done that which will get me by and not a centimeter more. And it’s been easy living like that in the semi darkness just doing enough, just doing well, not totally committed, not flat out.It doesn’t get a novel or even a poem written but it’s a very safe island where nothing scary can happen to you.
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