Daily Grind Picture courtesy of rossschatzart.wordpress.co So another weekend has
pretty much passed
Already my eyes to the next
one cast
Anything but face another
week of drudgery
Hoping it will finally
set me free?
The nine to five is not
for me
Nor a life trapped in
conformity
Paying bills week in
and week out
Where nothing changes
in this town
Oh to live on a boat on
a canal or the sea
To sail away whenever I like,
new places to see
New stories to be told
every day
And new knowledge to feed
soul and brain
One day, one day soon
I hope
But for now I shall
have to cope
Chained to the
daily grind
Biding, biding
my time…
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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