When I find time to write I usually end up planning a masterpiece but then never following up on the idea.
In my breaks in the coffee shop I've sketched up an idea of a young troubadour walking so far that he ends up in a magical part of the world that no one has yet discovered. I haven't laid out the plans for characters etc, but I know that it will involve a character based upon a blind man who I served yesterday that, even though he was blind, still managed to somehow stare at me as I cleaned up tables around me. He was fascinating to look at with his trilby hat and tatty blazer.
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press your space face close to mine, love
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