Why and who

I feel like I’m 11 years old again, learning to write stories.

Returning to writing after a lifetime absence is like trying to learn French at 50. You’ve mastered your mother tongue but in a second language you feel like a baby burbling sounds that make no sense. You put verbs in the wrong tense, dribbling nonsense leaks from your lips, when in your head you know exactly what you meant, but everyone is staring at you because you’ve just asked for a sock instead of sugar for your cafe au lait.

What you’re looking at is my writing scribbler and this is practice. It’s not perfect but I’m learning.

Thanks for reading. It means a lot to me.



30 thoughts on “Why and who

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  2. I had to stop by and visit after you left your note. I’m learning this new language as well at 50+ many, many years. I started after 60. 🙂 But learning new things keeps us young. 🙂


  3. A learner in your eyes but a teacher in mine. Poetry and prose are both you and I believe you came back to them because you had no choice but to. You were meant for this. Just reading of few of your pieces made me realise just how much I miss out on since I hardly get time to Peruse. Pleased I did and have now promised myself that I will make more time this year. I’m inspired by your work. It’s wholesome.

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    • I follow a lot of good writers, including you, and it is hard to find time to read everything posted. I sample. It works for me. Peruse when you can. Comment when moved. These are good blogger guidelines. As for wholesome, well, I’ll take the compliment and leave it at that. Thank you ever so much for the lovely compliment and the fulsome comment.

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  4. Just read “The Walking Dead Meet the Apprentice” and agree 100%. I am embarrassed to be from the USA at the moment and I can’t look at his face. I spent 18 months mouthing explicit unprintables under my breath during the campaign, never believing for a minute he had a chance. Surely the American Public could see the truth of him. Apparently it is I who did not see the truth of the American Public.


        • You are exposing my inability to remember one story from another! Upon digging out my copy of “Dear Life”, I see I have in fact red To Reach Japan. What’s not to love about an erotic train ride and waiting for whatever happens next?

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          • It’s so different from what I write (which is why she wins a Nobel Prize and why I won’t, duh!), but the central metaphor of being stuck between train cars was fabulous.


          • Time for a careful reread. I’ve been reading a ton of short stories in the past year and just picked up a new/old book by Jhumpa Lahiri at a used bookstore near where I work. Looking forward to reading her this week.

            Alice Munro is the first short story writer I spent time with many years ago and so she seems kind of old hat because of that – like Margaret Atwood and Margaret Laurence – which is not to say I don’t love her and wish I could write one sentence in a Munroian fashion.

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