It’s not the writing that’s difficult, it’s the deleting. Every one of us has
a story that defies the rules of logic and sanity. Every character from my
friend with the four cats that hiss at me and walk across her kitchen table, to Dan with the
dimples and the plaid scarf; each one in our life creates a character to be
delved into. Each action pulled from the past or from a snippet from a
passerby, strangely interwoven until even I as the writer have to frown in
consternation, was he real or did I make him up entirely?
How gallantly my thoughts can fly from the mundane everyday
tasks to psychotic wild behaviour that we’ve all experienced with colleagues. How were you to know that medication at the proper dosage was so important
to their well-being? Did you know that no amount of pandering can guarantee
tenure?
From friends left at road-side check stops with a dog too small
