Picking up an old love
I started working in 1971, as a manual laborer in a car repair shop, and then in advertising as a copywriter. There I stayed for half a century.
I fear that advertising may have injured that part of the ear that can hear small voices, moderate the liveliness of words, fine-tune forking of meanings. Picking up the pen after decades of writing blurbs, slogans, spiels, documentary scripts and TV copy required time. Which was provided by the Covid virus.