Ideas. Ideas rushed through my head today, captivating and charming as they went. Each one seemed, for minute or eight, to be The One. There was the one about writing in the second person; the one so clever it would bring down the patriarchy, the one about the prison, the funny one, the melancholy one and that other one, I’ve totally forgotten. Can you guess? It was writing group day. But now the ideas have fled and my brain feels like a public house after a particularly rowdy party.
