“These are the best years of your life”, they say. “I wish I was your age again” is the constant refrain, but I have to wonder: is the desire to…
Life Imitates Art
I haven’t written a blog in over two months, which is incredibly shameful. How can I call myself a writer? Honestly! In my defence, I have had a very busy…
Identity
I often think that being a writer has little to do with actually writing, and is, rather, a state of mind, perhaps even a psychological condition. (No, I am not…
“The Choices We Made” and the importance of questions in a novel
The sky outside is a blanketed ceiling of soft, white-grey clouds, and all I can think about is why won’t the freaking internet connect? My computer seems to have decided…