I have always loved the written word, so much so that I still correspond with certain people with a pen and paper!! Do you know how hard it is to buy real writing paper nowadays?
After leaving the wilds of Kent I moved to London, a bit like Dick Whittington but without the cat, searching for streets of gold. I happened upon a wonderful Italian lady who later decided to take me with her to the sunny realm of southern Switzerland, where I can still be found, sometimes with a drink in hand, continuously in search of my muse. I know he’s here…somewhere.
I long to make a living writing but…even if it’s not a living I make, satisfaction I gratefully take.
Voila! Further information may be obtained by…asking questions.
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