For a writer, an unhappy childhood helps. So does the hot whisper of death down the back of your neck. Hospital procedures – I take notes. One day I might want to write about how a doctor breaks bad news. The only thing that isn’t good news for a writer – especially a procrastinating type like me – is the sudden realisation that my time is finite.
I just had a close shave, but think I scraped through.
Mystified? Ask questions.
Going through the same kind of stuff? Please let me know your experiences.
Blessings from the great Breath of the Universe [could be ironic, you won’t know unless you ask]