Whether my hand was grasping a crayola or a fountain pen, I’ve been writing since I was fun size. This desk seems a long way from my primary school playground where I used to direct my friends in plays I’d written under the covers when my mum thought I was sleeping, but it’s still shining with glimpses of happy go lucky heart. My pen pot is a silver slinky and I have lots of gold notebooks. Wordsmithing nirvana. #100happydays #day20
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