01Apr
Lingering in Londinium; or, Monasteries of the Imagination
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk. — John Keats It occurs
Tag: imagination
31Mar
“You speak of Lord Byron and me…”
“You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He
06Jul
(re)writing blind
I’m in the process of a complete rewrite, the most extensive I’ve ever done. It’s
02Apr
The blood between the lines: writing who we are
When I was three, my world was changed irrevocably. I had been a very happy