Teyrnon

It's odd. When the year began I thought I'd be making more entries here but here we are in the middle June and including this one I've made a total of three entries this year. I thought that with an internet connected device in the living room the convenience would spur me to post more. Yes, I'm aware there are several flaws in the reasoning.

My efforts to connect with a suitable writer's circle haven't panned out as well as I'd like. The one I met with a month or so ago turned out to be a bit too pretentious and snobbish for my liking. They made very clear to me their hatred of anything written for mass consumption and that they were only interested in writing that elite literary scholars would be puzzling over for the next thousand years. The whole meeting was a sort of surreal experience. They had one guy who wrote everything in French and insisted that that fact alone ensured the literary worth of his writing.