There are many memorable stories in the real that beg for another life, that of fictionalised and immortalised. My memory is initially drawing them as if I am an eager girl artist with chalk on a pavement. Yet these stories ask for more than a moment and long not to be washed away like chalkContinue reading “From the sanctuary of the margins”
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Writing about what compels me to write?
This morning I began to write something about what compels me to write – it turned into something of an essay I was going to put it on my blog- now I am thinking it might suit a journal somewhere so giving it some thought . The essay became a study of writing from theContinue reading “Writing about what compels me to write?”