“Are we nearly there yet?”
How many times as kids did we ask this question of our parents during inexcusably long car journeys?
When it came time for my own children to ask me the very same, my answer was no different to the one given me by my parents:
“Almost there, not far now!”
I think of long car journeys often. As with many of you, I’ve taken a few and not just as a child. One or two have defined me, who I was and who I am today, the memories of which burn from a lamp that has never gone out.
As I keep on keeping on writing my memoir, these defining moments leap up at me from the ‘paper’.
As the flow of the story pours forth, moving images play out before me. It is as if I’m narrating, through the written word, while watching a…
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