I have a friend, several in fact. One of these friends is also a budding writer and she has inadvertently dragged me back in front of the laptop.
Away for a weekend’s camping with friends from our amateur dramatic group, I was settled in by the campfire with a beer when Nat sidled up and grabbed the chair next to me. “Tim. I’ve been meaning to catch up with you for ages. How’s the writing going?”.
A simple enough question. Innocent, of course, but deadly in hitting the easy targets that are my lethargy & lack of direction. Nat clearly had no idea how badly it is going. She does now.
The “mea culpa” moment had arrived and there was nowhere to hide. I am comforted by Nat’s admission that she suffers equally badly. A little less so, perhaps, by our pact to do better and use each other as a sounding board for our mutual guilt.
The game, as a famous sleuth may once have observed, is afoot!
Sheppy'S World 