+ FULFILLING A #PROMISE +
When your mother is a devout Christian, and your father, a man who sometimes cheats death, and, when he was not able to, he was automatically put in charge of the last rites of the recently deceased persons as the village undertaker; then, you must be someone pretty special yourself! It took.... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS BLOG POST IS NOT COMPLETE. I WILL CONTINUE TO ADD TO IT AND UPDATE THE CONTENT of THIS POST OVER TIME. This will give readers of this blog and post that are only just emerging, the opportunity to follow the narrative of this post as it develops. Much like the process of biological child birth, for me as a creative / writer, my literary work are my intellectual 'children' that first gestate in the embryonic womb of my subconscious awareness before they are poured through my fingers and deposited on the s late , grey 'gurney' o f my computer's keyboard, and re-emerge on the computer screen as now,
