Watching

There was a time I took my writing seriously. I went to courses and workshops and spent as much time on it as I now spend on photography. I have dusty filing boxes, lever-arch files and loose-leaf folders full of A4 sheets: things I wrote, things I read, other people's comments on my writing, my comments on other people's writing.

After today there is more in the bin than on the shelf. 
And still a little on the floor for the next triage.


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