“I have been a tinker, perhaps a tailor, certainly not a soldier but tried, oh yeah, certainly some kind of sailor…. What? I’m a writer aren’t I?“ Gun Roswell

A writers life for me!

The uncanny sniper, having everyone in their crosshairs, not to shoot mind you, simply to observe, watch and learn, but mostly there, simply to steal whatever ideas they can from you and that one would be called, the author.

And beware, as no-one is safe from the snide gaze of the patient one sitting somewhere out there, high up, their eyes never leaving their target until they are totally done, getting what they needed, for yet another story to write down.