I sit here at my new writing desk on Monday morning and I am nice and quiet in my mind–like dusty cupboard I’m opening the door and the sunlight reflects the particles and it looks beautiful from here. I met a beautiful woman on the weekend, at the party, she told me she liked my…

‘All writers are bums, I murmured. May I be counted among you one day’ – Patti Smith, M Train, p. 193 All writers are bums, I thought. May I also be counted amongst them one day. You can’t write and not be a bum. I’ve met people like that and they aren’t real writers. They…