Extracts from a writer's diary, March 2026 2/3/26 When my Grampy reads my work he tells me, 'I don't know where you find the words'. I don't know either is often my reply. It feels like they're built in. Forged in the distant constellations that you and I once called home. He prints out everything I publish. It's like he wants to get closer to it. He's a beautiful writer himself. Like I said. Built In. I find myself beaming at the idea he enjoys my work. That's like seeing th

Extracts from a writer's diary, January 2026 2/1/26 ' verba volant scripta manent'. Spoken words fly away, written words remain. Perhaps writing will bring peace, or clarity, or hope. Perhaps we deserve all three. 3/1/26 How lucky am I to still have so much to do? 5/1/26 There are parts of me, on dark and lonely nights, that fears I'll never get there. But I will. My dreams are not just dreams. They are journeys, pursuits, directions. It will take time. That's ok. I'm allowed