Fortune Cookie

Some years ago I was persuaded to visit a palm reader. Regular readers (my brother)  may recall my dislike of all things "new age" of which fortune telling, whilst an ancient practice, I include herein.

This particular palm reader had a place on the sea front in Brighton. It was a jolly interesting 20 minutes. So it should at £25 a throw!

The upshot was though that he thought I had the hands of a writer. Probably because they had never seen a hard days work according to my Dad. The palmist put in a big caveat on that though. He said that If were to make a career of it it would happen, or not, but there was nothing I could do to influence it. I could still make a success of my current career choice however. Effectively he told me not to give up the day job just yet.

Much as a career spent tapping at a keyboard is somehow attractive to me, I am finding it blinkin' hard to even do a regular blog sometimes. I once heard it said that you cannot call yourself a writer unless you actually write. I was reading the biography of one of my writing heroes and was amazed to discover how much writing he did before he earnt a crust at it. Mind you it was in an age with no TV. Writing would have been a pleasant and thriftful pastime save for the paper to write on. Mind you ink was not cheap in those days days.

So I shall persevere with the blogging. Sorry.