The last week of a first draft
Notebook thirty-one is nearly full, which means the ending is close and I have started doing all the wrong things.
Read more →Notes between books: what I am reading, what is going wrong in the draft, and whatever the tide has brought in.
A letter roughly once a month. No schedule, no promises, and nothing that could not have waited.
Notebook thirty-one is nearly full, which means the ending is close and I have started doing all the wrong things.
Read more →Twelve years of readings has reduced my packing to one bag, four things in it, and one rule about the water glass.
Read more →I read twelve openings a year on the workshop day, and I know by the end of the first page. Here is what I am actually reading for.
Read more →Since The Quiet Fleet I get asked for reading lists about labour. This is the one I actually send.
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