Three years on...
I don't have any exciting writing news to impart, I'm afraid... things seem to have gone a little quiet on that front, though I am still putting fingers to keyboard, even if somewhat intermittently. Those of you who follow this blog will be only too aware that my ability to write is directly bound up with the ebb and flow of my grief following the death of my wife, the first year of which I documented in my memoir 'Precious Dreams and Living Nightmares' (still available on Amazon or direct from me if you'd like to read it... link here ). I have just passed through the third anniversary of her death, and was prompted to listen again to a piece I had recorded on my phone a year ago, immediately after the second anniversary. Those who have read the aforementioned memoir will know that it takes the form of recordings I made during that first year (effectively a journal) annotated with my reflections on those recordings from the position of hindsight. I had initially ...