I suspect I am not alone this week in sitting down, tapping away and somehow channelling frayed emotion into words. I had no intention of commenting on the result of the EU referendum. I had been tempted before the vote, as I did before the independence referendum up here in Read more…
Over the last few months I have started several (dozens) pieces detailing my own personal opinions on the upcoming independence referendum here in Scotland.
Dozens. Honestly. (37 – I just counted. This makes 38). (EDIT: Now 39).
Each has failed to please me. Each was good, precise, entirely true and fair yet each seemed too small, too insignificant, too focussed on one aspect of the debate or too many. And each was also far too long.
As I edit my tales and scribblings here in the far north of Scotland (over eight hours on the train from Edinburgh) I realise this inability to write a punchy, snappy essay may not be a bad thing. I would like to believe it shows that I, like millions of others, have listened, read, researched, questioned, digested and processed all we can in relation to the upcoming referendum.
I am, like those other millions, approaching this whole issue with the gravitas it deserves.