So I’ve finished a draft of sorts. The novel presently exists as novella. Possibly because I am, foremost, an editor and can’t help myself: I trim trim trim and there’s not much left. Three options from here: a) Leave it as a novella, and whack it through a couple more editorial passes b) […]
It will be the year of structure. I will make time to write, corral little chunks of hours. Things will be produced*. (*I will find an alternative to the passive voice to avoid that overexposed personal pronoun.) I have been guilty of calling myself a writer with little to back it up. Let’s be honest. […]
As I watch people whom I care deeply about flirt with conspiratorial cults, I believe I no longer have the luxury of ignoring ridiculous posts, or writing off those who share them as gullible or worse. Back in March, I wrote an essay on the need to understand how to analyse the source of information […]
