Tuesday 7th April, 2020
I’ve been doing some clean-up of the reconstituted site (I’m allowing myself 30 minutes a night of housekeeping) and I’ve caught myself re-reading things I wrote more than twenty years ago.
Two things struck me;
- Either spell-checkers were abysmal in the last century, or my spelling has improved, and
- most of what I wrote, I still agree with, and some of it even managed to make me laugh out loud. And for the right reasons.
I’m sure that sounds terribly self-indulgent, but I claim amnesty under the “The Past is another country…” clause, wherein juvenalia count as having been written by someone else entirely. I only think I can remember who I was.
And reading that last sentence now, I’m struck by a third thought. I really miss writing.
Perhaps, I should cut the housekeeping tasks to 10 mins, and find the odd 20 minutes for some prose.