I reckon myself to be a writer, so why have I only just set up this blog? Actually, I did have a stab at it a couple of years ago, but didn't stick at it. When I revisited it, life had moved on and, to use the psychobabble, I'm now in a different place. So a new start is called for. By way of introduction, this is me…
Professionally, I edit and proofread the work of others, as well as writing myself - many articles published over the years and six books to my name. More to come, I trust! I'm also a hatha yoga teacher, working with the philosophy that anyone can practise yoga to improve his or her physical, mental and spiritual strength and flexibility.
|This is me on the Fourth Plinth|
I wasn’t sure how to finish this posting, so sought advice from my elder son Sam, a graduate in Creative Writing. He said that a sure sign of a writer’s desperation and lack of imagination is to conclude with: ‘Then they woke up – it had all been a dream.’ I won’t be doing that, then.