My last night in York and 15000 words are the cause of a celebratory visit to evensong and Bettys where the pianist plays New York, New York with no irony as the snow falls. It has been another great adventure and like all the rest it has taught me something about me.
I like writing. It might be rubbish but it's my rubbish!
I met with Margi who is a proper writer and a proper friend, the kind who knows you better than you do.
"Go home and forget it for two weeks " she advises.
David my learning mentor wants to look at it but it's my newborn baby and it doesn't know how to walk yet. Besides I don't have his e-mail with me. So for now it is mine only and for now my audience is found, my audience is me!