It’s a solitary indulgence.

You, your writing, your characters.

You’re never alone, but alas you really are.

Imaginary friends are just that.

Shadows that dance on the wall are only characters in your mind.

The rest of the world doesn’t see them, it never sees them.

You may at time wax lyrical to a pinned ear, but never does an enquiring mind freely race to your crafted narrative.

Flouncy shirt in a cold garret; obscure and remote.

Obstinance isn’t a character flaw.

Faith isn’t a delusion.

Our time will come.

Footfall will follow footfall.

The loneliness of a long-distance runner may be ours, but even marathons end.

We plod on.

Ever onwards.

Stay sane – stay safe!