And, to start with, Where Have I been?
Literal answers or thoughts and dreams?
Where I’ve been. How much detail would you want? Half-an-hour ago I was in the Lidl supermarket in the Anchorage Retail Park in Portsmouth. Christmas 2005 I was in the South Atlantic a couple of hundred miles south of Rio de Janeiro. Mid 1961 I was in Kuwait on Op Vantage.
And when should I start? First memories? First significant occurrence? Or just pick a point? Who would know anyway?
Where I am is in my office, at the back of the house, in Hayling Avenue, Portsmouth, England and, apart from the local shops and the Registry (a building in town – and that’s another story) I don’t know where I’m going except that later this evening, I will climb the stairs, get undressed, clean my teeth, have a bath and spend the night in our bed in our bedroom.
And I have little control over where I go in my dreams – sleeping or waking.
But really, the question means: what have you done with your life so far? And what are you going to do with what’s left of it?
Now that I’ve formalised the questions I’ll think about them and try to answer them.
Tomorrow.
Southsea Storytellers 
The only questions I ask myself about my writing are: ‘What am I giong to write today?’ and ‘Why do I bother?’ I try to avoid the latter, because it raises too many other questions that I don’t want to get dragged into.
I’ve always admired and envied your down-to-earth yet upbeat approach – down and up at the same time, a great trick if you can manage it.
Happy Sunday,
L x
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