I don't live there anymore. The shed, I mean. There is a chance that I will go back to visit from time to time, not because I want to but because Things Happen and Life Is Unpredictable and that is just the way it goes. Working late makes me happy. Finishing early sometimes on a … Continue reading LEAVING THE SHED



Sometimes life is hard, and at the moment I am waiting it out. I am waiting it out in a old, rickety shed on a beach somewhere. This is where I live, for now, and it rains a lot of the time. Some days I don't mind the rain - I put a bucket or … Continue reading TALKING, QUIETLY