Friday, 5 January 2007

A toe in the lake

I've had a go at writing fiction. Having flexed my literary muscles a little in this blog and found them wanting more I posted a bit of it here. It seems to be well received, much to my relief.

What is it about writing that seems to want to open up the tenderest underparts of one's soul to others? Maybe it's Narcissism; both the love and hatred of oneself.

For another night perhaps...

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