It’s strange, reworking something I wrote back in the early-to-mid nineties. Something I did my best with, then set to one side for almost twenty years.
Obviously, in that time, a lot of experience has passed through me.
I’ve had three, four significant relationships, I was in the Edinbury Whoors, I’ve lived in another country for a few years and I’ve given up living in cities.
I’ve watched my kids grow up and produce (in a couple of cases) offspring of their own.
And I’ve been at several funerals and a couple of weddings.
Also, during this time I’ve gone from championing short – or even micro – fiction to writing novels.