Some of you are writers, researchers, poets, novellists. I’m none of those things. I’m a reader and a chatter. I burble along, sharing thoughts, rants and tales of my life. Exciting stuff, I’m sure. I’m amazed that so many of you that I’m not related to spend time here.
I may scribble down thoughts on, gasp, paper, or awkwardly type into a phone, but this is my space. A big table, spread with all the bits the household is working on. A rocking chair. An flat pack set of drawers filled with volunteering bits and bobs. Coffee.
Written in response to Nancy’s January challlenge.