I amended my author page a couple of times this month, and commented that much of what I write is observational. I suppose that’s the technical in me. It comes out in average pencil sketching and bad watercolours.
I sat with my writing notebook open on three or four late trains, coming home from London after hours, just picking up loud conversations. Loud ones because commuters aren’t loud, so these weren’t commuters, these were interlopers, tourists, visitors. One of these conversations became ‘Touched on the 19:45’. It reads pretty much as I heard it.
So, for that matter and looking back on it, was ‘Discontent’.
Hope you’re having a flaming June.