“I have blogged about books and writing elsewhere but over time people from the real world started to read my posts and I found that I was censoring myself. I want a secret place under the ivy where I can muse and record, be happy and sad without the people around me wanting to discuss it over dinner. Sometimes its just nice to write for the joy or release of writing. Sometimes it’s just nice to make things up and get away with it.”
I have recently edited that paragraph to add inverted commas..
That was then, this is now.
This is still my place to muse but what’s uppermost in my mind nowadays is how to escape from my self imposed prison of alcoholism.
The Secret Place Under the Ivy 