Making Words

You know, I quite fancy this writing class. At least we can all meet up. And I can work out things—not with this Anger Management bollocks and sharing stuff, but in my own way, fitting my own words together. Not having words twisted for me. I know what I know, I know what I’ve experienced. So, I could write things about life—my life, working life, history and that. And seeing at as like an engineering project, taking pride in the connecting of things if you see what I mean. And get my pride back through my own voice, not being talked down to and swamped with stuff.