I feel a warm little glow of satisfaction
I read that piece in the Observer last weekend about how fear of a miserable, long, dark winter is mostly
how do you have a minor illness during a pandemic?
I didn’t write to you last Friday as I had planned. I was busy reenacting this scene:
I had
because of all the words I deleted
This is how many words I wrote last week:
During the working week 24 — 28 August, I wrote 13,671
a thimbleful of cherry brandy for three shillings
I was recording a podcast interview for a corporate client a while ago — we all have to pay the bills,
this will take a minute
I was browsing the selection of books in my local charity shop recently when I encountered something wonderful: a microwave
having a summer; I recommend it
It wasn’t until midway through August that I realised what was happening: unlike the past fifteen years, I was
call the coastguard, I suppose
Recently, I made a trip back in time. I returned to a place that I have some very mixed feelings
what if not everything had to be maximised for profit?
Although I graduated into the aftermath of the 2008 recession, I kept hold of what felt like an unobtainable dream
how to start writing a book
In the last few months of 2021, I sold a book. This was the culmination of, no exaggeration, years of
there is no way to see your own art history
A short opening notice: I have a few signed copies of my book left for people to buy (because the