There was a time I took my writing seriously. I went to courses and workshops and spent as much time on it as I now spend on photography. I have dusty filing boxes, lever-arch files and loose-leaf folders full of A4 sheets: things I wrote, things I read, other people's comments on my writing, my comments on other people's writing.
After today there is more in the bin than on the shelf.
And still a little on the floor for the next triage.
Black and white in colour 180