Like myself, Frog is downhearted at work. Actually, pretty much like everyone really.
He's been a bit cheered because today's performance poet has told him that he should do a bit of moonlighting himself and has offered to put him in touch with a few useful people. It's a beguiling prospect and I think he'd do quite well at it.
"Sounds good," I say.
"Yes. I should give it a go, shouldn't I?"
"Yes. Even if it's just the occasional performance on a day off, it'll be another bow in your quiver."
"And it'll be nice to do something for an appreciative audience. That's why I'm still doing the occasional story time for the schools. It's nice to feel appreciated once every so often. You know yourself, do anything here and it doesn't matter how good a job you do of it it's like pissing yourself in a dark suit. You know all about it and nobody else notices."
He's quite right. I had to admit it: these days a lot of my motivation for writing is the need for the occcasional kind word from strangers.