I’ve been writing the blog for a year now. Which really is odd, when I started I just wanted to cope with the pain -and writing is just one way of doing it. I assumed nobody would ever read it (I know enough about literature to properly asses my posts as not being of any literary value) and it would just naturally dissolve into nothingness after Ardbeg’s death.
Writing is addictive, there are also people here, who I feel strangely connected with-without having met them in my real life.
I guess I may as well carry on for a bit. Time will tell.