Thirty. Thousand. Words.
And all’s well.
A little like this
From the dusty vault…
…in the spare room, covered in cockroach crap, I found a stack of old work from around the turn of the millennium. I uploaded this one for fun (and in utter self-indulgence). I’d forgotten all about it; I’d forgotten how satisfying it was to write. And I’d forgotten exactly how much I despised Sex and […]
Shock and Awe
I just wrote my first car crash. I killed three people. It feels awful.
Writing is risky business. Who knew?
Over at my anti-mummyblog, I’ve written about life insurance premiums. Excited? How about if I tell you there’s a graph involved? And that writers are just as expensive to insure as fighter pilots? Go on, have a look.