Last month I touched on a subject that I feel very strongly about. Money. Or rather, payment. Music is like an ex I can’t get over.
So here’s something I didn’t plan for: Finding an editor. I’ve been working on a bunch of short stories and I thought I’d get a
The week of abstinence from my novel and its characters finally came to an end. This morning I dragged myself and my bourbon hangover out of bed at
‘You can make a living, but it’s not living,’ a friend of mine said earlier this week as we discussed our growing disillusionment with London.
In lieu of any fictional writing this week, I thought I’d devote a little more attention to this blog. As I emerge from the mire
This weekend, I finally broke. Since January my mind has been living in the fictional world I’ve created. Only I’m no JK Rowling and this