What am I ?

        I'm 87. Couple of weeks ago. No fanfare, no message from the King. But it makes you think. About getting "old". I've given up climbing on the roof. I struggle with eating nuts. And seafood. Garlic is off the menu. And chilli. Not much else. Forty degree (plus) days. They're absolutely no fun at all any more.

        But, I still love the fun of writing, sitting alone, pen at the ready, with ideas, people, words, dancing around in my head, a compulsion. Some may say addiction. Makes me feel 17 again-->

        But of late I've been asking myself - Now that I'm not defined by my occupation (geez, it's been 23 years!), what am I? For the past 50 years I've seen myself - outside of work - as a Writer, except for back when I was getting smiled upon by the Gods of Words and Blurbs and Serious Marketing and I thought I was an Author. 

       So, I'm older now. I know better. I see the world (and myself, and my addiction) more clearly.

        Truth is, I'm really a teller of stories. A Storyteller. Sometimes even maybe no more than a Recorder. An Explorer who Records, ever since The Ghost got stirred into life and I went chasing after stories stories stories, some cut straight from Real Life, some totally made up, some a bit of both and sometimes hard to tell which is which - Fiction stories, Ancestor stories, Travel stories, Scraps-of-passing-life stories. It's been brilliant.

        And I can't stop myself from looking for more. I have piles of e-files with bits of notes that I'll never get to in the time I have left. I must cull out some more of the better ones and put them in The Scrap Heap (over right). Give them half a chance to fire up some one else's Ghost. Which is what I also love to do, see up-and-comers (and old timers!) get on with this marvellous business of exploring and recording and making stuff up in (hopefully) an entertaining way.

        And if anything, the all pervading objective has been to be entertaining. I rarely get any feedback from my stuff - price you pay if you're a loner who likes being a loner - so I can only live in hope that you've been getting something entertaining - maybe sometimes enlightening - from what I've put on the page these last 50 years. Maybe I should turn on the Comments and see what happens!

        Ummm, that's all, just a few passing thoughts...

              Cheers.....

                     Trev

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