When I gave up City life, or if not city life then at least working life, by selling out, I had no idea what to do. Two years on, I still don’t know what to make of the world and am more, not less, lost.
I had written a manuscript, a memoir of sorts that was published.
Now… whilst I’m figuring out what to do next, if I make it that far, I write.
What doesn’t make it into books, makes into blogs.