Several years ago I was struggling with a purpose and direction in life – almost 40, money in the bank, a middle-aged spread and a mortgage, that is until a curved ball from hell was directed my way 
As needs must, I turned to freelance writing not from a desire to become a Hemingway but to be less hungry.
Far from becoming Hemingway still, I have succeeded at becoming less hungry and have even managed to pile on a few pounds which I try to take off at the gym; by this measure of success, I have succeeded.
That’s one for me
Now where this goes I have no idea but a smirk or befuddled scratching of the head will hopefully result – Happy Keybashing
