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Some idle theorising… Writing, the way I’ve lived it, is like breathing. Poetry or the lyrics I fumbled with that were my first self-aware writings, were like a held breath, a single breath held in as I tried to grasp … Continue reading

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Some of my brightest memories are from the acting I’ve done, at school, at university. It all felt so natural – I never had stage fright, the lines always came, my confidence on stage always several levels of tonnage higher … Continue reading

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There’s something hot and heavy about a final draft. I was editing a ghost story I’d written before Christmas, in the final few hours of a week’s work, juggling the things I needed to finish in the office with putting … Continue reading

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I had a fantastic hour in the studio last night, returning to write a story I’d struggled with before. Today, I spent the entire journey into work telling myself the arc of the three parts of the story as I … Continue reading

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More than once in the last month or so I’ve started to feel my pulse heighten, my brain lose track of everything that’s going on, my attention strung out in a dozen directions. Twitter updates point me toward new articles … Continue reading

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I lie every day. All the time. As much as I’d like to say that ‘the world/the system/society’ forces us all to lie, to hide ourselves and be something we’re not, that’s bollocks. But, all the same, I have been … Continue reading

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I’ve often been worried that I’ll run out of energy for writing. Do too much in the office, say, and I’ll be less able to go home and write something for myself. I made these posts into much more of … Continue reading

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I’ve found reading about misogyny very moving, and while the women writers I’ve read present interesting/depressing facts and explain in well-judged detail their own experiences and the experiences of others, it’s the men who’ve written about it who have ultimately … Continue reading

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I don’t want to have to think. Sometimes this is as strong a feeling as I ever have, throbbing behind my eyes and persuading me, please, to just let go of the reins and give in, sink into the sofa. … Continue reading

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With just a week of NNWM left I’ve got a Saturday coming up which is set for an all day writing fest. Over the last week I’ve written little, and I’m finding this hard enough having fallen utterly out of … Continue reading

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