That’s it. I’ve tried music and acting. But writing is the only one when you truly see yourself. It really is like a mirror. Thanks for your continued support.
May I ask where in France you live? I've been in Mexico (from US) for 7 years, and I'm toying with the idea of moving to France. It's probably not a realistic idea as I have 7 dogs and 4 cats (which would make the move trop cher) but I can't stop looking at all those beautiful villages in the Dordogne and Brittany/Normandy regions...
Wow! That’s a great story. I knew one person in the business, but he was a chronic drunk and never got round to reading it, let alone trying to give it the right people. I might dig it out….
Hey Philip,
When I write poetry, I begin to see who I really am. The realization of who I am is buried until the words pour out. Like you, I like to do it.
Thanks for this piece.
Nice getting to know you :)
That’s it. I’ve tried music and acting. But writing is the only one when you truly see yourself. It really is like a mirror. Thanks for your continued support.
Let yourself come out on THe PP SHOW
You mean, Come Out or come out
come out. wait. I mean assert yourself. I mean be who you are. Yikes. Does Come Out mean say you're
gay? Well, only you know which one applies to you, if any do. I withdraw the statement.
I’m not but Peter is and needs to Come Out
You're such a good friend, Felipe
I write at night. It's the only time I'm truly happy. For a few moments, not the whole process, but it's something to hold on to.
I’m glad it keeps you happy Debdutta. Kind of important. I wish I could write at night. Always too tired
May I ask where in France you live? I've been in Mexico (from US) for 7 years, and I'm toying with the idea of moving to France. It's probably not a realistic idea as I have 7 dogs and 4 cats (which would make the move trop cher) but I can't stop looking at all those beautiful villages in the Dordogne and Brittany/Normandy regions...
I live in rural Normandy yeah. It’s nice but I prefer the cities. Although Paris is only two hours away on train.
Wow! That’s a great story. I knew one person in the business, but he was a chronic drunk and never got round to reading it, let alone trying to give it the right people. I might dig it out….