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Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
Messages: 13825
I'm not sure if I was stupid yesterday or just silly. I did something I've been wanting to do for ages. I got into my car and drove a round trip of 180 miles, all for nothing.
Some of you know that I'm writing about my schooldays in a format I hope will be published in book form by a mainstream publisher. I started on 17th July, had a 3 month break around my mother's death, and lost momentum. The book starts on 5th August 1965, and I'm currently at 6th July 1967. It's intended to get to December 1970 and then end.
It's about me, as a diary of my days at school, in obsession. And it's true, though dramatised in parts.
Anyway I ran dry on inspiration. So I did something I used to do as a kid. Went for a drive past the house the boy I so wanted to be my boyfriend lived in. Only this time it was 90 miles away.
I've never been there before. I was not going to knock! He lives in what appears to be a great and prosperous suburb of Bristol, in a beautiful house. Somehow I imagined it would be like it was. Awesome location, great building, and unkempt and tatty at the edges. How odd that is also how I have always imagined him to be at 56. He was just a little tatty at the edges at 13, too.
The house was empty. I knew it would be. He was at work and so was his wife.
The trip was not the huge waste it seems. Inspiration is back.
The story isn't going to see the light of day on the site here.
Sorry I was in Bristol without seeing if you wanted to meet up, Anthony. Was very much a spur of the moment thing.