Ohh to be a writer! The bar stool philosopher
Hemingway, F Scott Fitzgerald, Jack Kerouac. Ohhhhh to be a writer – such fun. Here’s me, for example, being amusing in a feature for a weekend magazine, or me working my immersive magic on page 354 of my novel, or me being asked by the literary critic of The Observer what makes me tick, makes me so amusing, made me grow up so clever?
Click, click, click I’m composing another deeply felt and emotionally charged verse; a little relief from my well paid commissions.
Dear reader it’s a burden to be so talented and have such high expectations forced upon me. Bear it I must though, for your amusement and entertainment.
Cheerio – must get back to the creative grind.
Bar stool philosopher
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