Gary McMahon

 After my previous blog entry made me remember my one-time creativity friend Gary McMahon, I wondered what had happened to him. It must be about twenty five years, roughly, that I last chatted to him in some coffee shop or possibly a regular city arty haunt bar, where he was, when I knew him, writing his really interesting, fab book Camp In Literature. 

When you are as old as I am - I'm not going to say how old, but suffice it to say I'm on the other side now of a very late menopause - people you knew in the past, who were older than you especially, have a high chance of being dead. I do not know what happened to Gary but I have found a website:

http://www.garymcmahon.com/

It's here on Blogger.

Looks cool.

Not all trips down memory lane are good. The ones with Gary do make me smile. I loved sharing the progress of Camp In Literature. It occurs to me that my own novel in progress is actually probably what Gary would call camp. If by some miniscule chance you ever see this Gary, hello. I hope your memories of me are not disfigured in any way but merely good.

Camp In Literature: 

https://www.fantasticfiction.com/m/gary-mcmahon/camp-in-literature.htm



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