Male pattern baldness will effect up to 70% of men at some point in their lifetime which forces me to thank my father for his genes, thereby placing me in the remaining 30%. (For the moment.) I have what you might call a head that needs hair. Male pattern baldness is nothing like blogging, unless off course you count the times when you pull out tuffs of your own hair whilst staring at the blank screen, who by the way, taunts you like a middle school playground bully. Those moments when you have a desire to write but your head remains a black hole. Continue reading
I write because I love it. And because I can. And I don’t imply I’m good at it, it is merely a statement of fact. I have my three P’s and one S sorted.
I have a Pen (keyboard), Paper (computer screen), Place (cosy office @ work) and a Story. Or twenty thousand of them.
All MY stories. Stories I want my kids to read. My reflections on life, filtered through a sieve of perceptions, creativity, vocabulary and humour. Stories that enable my to fly to exotic destinations in my mind, some I never even knew existed, gems hidden away in my grey matter. Continue reading