It is done. The very last words of the first draft, complete. What a…well, I’m not sure really. In the first case, it’s not actually the first time I’ve got … Continue reading How Does a Completed First Draft Feel?
I’m reading Margaret Atwood On Writers and Writing. It’s lovely to read an author musing on being the very thing that they are without sounding too grandiose or other wordly. … Continue reading Myself and I
This was the first January I’ve managed not to feel guilty in possibly my entire adult life (the exact beginning of this is debatable, but still). Having said that, in … Continue reading New Year, Same Trousers
