I'm an aspiring writer again. I was in my twenties, but then it seemed like I should grow up and get a proper job.
I write anonymously because I have an online profile for work and didn't want to censor my writing for fear of 'worlds colliding'.
I try to write one new short piece a week while I work on a longer project.
I write because writing makes me sane. I'm inspired by everything. Words help me make sense of the world.
Douglas Adams is sorely missed. Margaret Atwood eagerly anticipated. Some faves: The Poisonwood Bible, Middlesex, Q&A, The Life of Pi, Like Water for Elephants. Currently dithering between my first Huraki Murakami or a second attempt at Saturday.
No one has written on Siren of Brixton's wall.
No one has written on Siren of Brixton's wall.