It is the 30th of December and a new year looms. I am still sat, writing crappy poetry and vacillating between numerous unfinished projects. I have the main project, the one I have been working on for three years and have recently sent to my mum for beta reading and comment, as a kind of…… Continue reading Writing, thinking about writing, and de-cluttering my flat.
Mary Shelley shot a bolt of lightening into me; I’m not sure whether it entered between my legs or through my eyes but suddenly I saw stars and the very atoms of the air crackled with infinite potential and malevolent design. Inspiration is right in front of me- I will create a literary monster and…… Continue reading Inspiration