I’ve taken up the writing mantle again and am putting more pen to paper so to speak.*
The latest is that I read Ross Raisin‘s A Natural with a view to seeing if my story about this boy soccer player would pass muster. Raisin’s book was a challenging read with its broad reach across growing up and encountering confusion and isolation, not to mention the homophobia of a soccer dressing room. I think my story could also do itself justice. More anon.
I have also been too caught up with other pursuits to dedicate myself, but in different ways Colm Tóibín, Stephen King, Dr. Margaret O’ Rourke, a birthday party and my own inner voice have brought me back to the keyboard. Less talk and introspection, more writing to come.
*Thanks to my sister-in-law, (hi Anne!:) and family on that score for kindly gifting me a vintage fountain pen for my jottings. Plenty of ink on the fingers but equally productive on the page.