Saturday 3 October 2009

More to life than gardening.

Occasionally I buy gorgeous blank hardback books and persuade myself that I'll write something interesting in them. But faced with the starkness of the bare paper, the terrifying permanence of the ink and the unnattractiveness of my own handwriting I scribble a few inconsequential sentences and shove the now sullied book in a drawer.

So I've given up on paper and will scribble here instead.

No comments:

Post a Comment