Seen in a field, beautiful daffodils are all pretty much indistinguishable from each other. Yet up close every daffodil is different. As is every reader.
Within the guise of a lighthearted, self-interview, I explained what initially caused me in 2012 to decide to write my first novel.
Writing is, in some ways, I have learned, like an addiction.
Bridge Street started to go into “night mode” during our meal, as people, particularly women, dressed up for a Saturday night out began to saunter by.
Eventually you must let go and allow what you created to live – even if that “life” must be imperfect and not fully what you had imagined it would be.
At least Alexa had not laughed at me as all of this was going on.
Blogging regularly is good “practice” for an author. I have always tried to post here at least twice a week, which I think is reasonable.
Are you more of an introvert or more of an extrovert?
Otherwise religiously indifferent British would likely go to battle stations if some government bureaucrat dared to inform them, “Look, attendance is so small, we will pull that church down and put up a brand new shopping centre.”
Have we forgotten a “dystopia” is a “not-good place”?