01AprLingering in Londinium; or, Monasteries of the ImaginationMy imagination is a monastery and I am its monk. — John Keats It occurs
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 blindI’m in the process of a complete rewrite, the most extensive I’ve ever done. It’s
02AprThe blood between the lines: writing who we areWhen I was three, my world was changed irrevocably. I had been a very happy