In response to the prompt
So then, why do I write ?
It’s a really good question, one which I’m honest Id have to admit the answer comes out of one of therapy rather than creativity
Back in my younger years, I was really good at it…characters spilled out onto blank exercise books to produce articles that a novice Tennyson, Orwell or Keats would have been proud of…comprehension well beyond my years one teacher wrote about me in a school report.
A meeting with a drop off a wall in school and a subsequent reunion with the neurological team at Salford royal put pay to that.
It took another two years before I could say I was back on my feet, but by then I was bearing a few scars…
College went well with support, as did a fateful experience at university but in the end the scrambled eggs of my memory got in the way of meaningful work.
So, combined with my trusty cameras …. I picked up my pen and began writing again, combining it with volunteer assignments across the county. I’d do an event, and upon coming home scribble it down in poem or prose..
Most of them you’ll find on here.