I wonder if a lot of writers talk to ourselves? Perhaps we have too much to say? Jack has his reasons for talking to himself, do read his engaging account. I am a long term member of the talk to yourself club too.
Years ago when I was a small boy I witnessed something which might explain a few things about me, if you are at all interested…
My mother and I were walking into Beccles where I still live today from the farm we lived on in the village of Barsham. Armed with our ration books in mum’s purse we were going for the weekly ration pickup (two real eggs, two ounces of marg, either four paper-thin slices of bacon or what used to pass for a half-dozen sausages, mainly containing gristle and suet). From memory the latter were bloody awful! So much so that it was years before I could face a proper sausage. This weekly ritual was a hangover from the Second World War still in operation.
But I digress…
We passed an old man on the road walking the other way towards Bungay who was talking to himself. I…
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M J Mallon YA Author and Poet 
I´m a member of the same club too.
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Yay, we have members!
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I play out scenes in my mind all the time. So I do talk to myself.
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Awesome! 🙂
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Thank you for sharing Marjorie, a man after my own heart 😁🥴
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