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.