To the moon! … on a cannonball

Close to a year of living in lockdown and I think I’ve finally snapped. Yup, I guess it was inevitable but I thought I might last a bit longer. It appears I am suffering from Munchausen Syndrome and find myself sympathising with my captors.

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Write, just right

I have been asked several times about my nocturnal writings, this random collection of thoughts expressed each evening before bedtime. Tonight, I’ll share the scoop and clue you in about what’s happening.

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