Grumpy grumpy grumpy ghosts, or muses in disguise?

As the start date for my Humber course creeps closer, I can feel my old ghosts moving in, settling down, taking up their knitting, kicking off their shoes. Making themselves comfortable. Which ghosts? The ones who say: "You never finish anything." "You're a jack of all trades, a master of none." "There's nothing worse than…

That is not it, at all

One of the favorite men I've had the pleasure to know did this screen print for me when we were at university together. He wrote "that is not it at all" on the bottom, whether as a message to me or a title. I was too ashamed to ask what he meant - back then,…