One of the things I've always liked about working long hours is that, some nights, you get pretty much the whole shift to yourself.
This gives me time to sit down and scribble bits and pieces out, sometimes they lead to something and other times they don't.
So here's a few first drafts of things that possibly may or may not have happened at some time in Harts Change.
A Note regarding the text:
If it be writ in blue,
notes from me to me (and you)
But text in purple be,
something something explanatory
You might well wonder,
wither he goes.
and why the words are now bad prose.
You don't know and nor do I,
this might just be a waste of time.
(I have never claimed to be a poet.
So read on dear reader and have some, Moët)
