Solitude is the school of genius. Or so said Edward Gibbon. It’s one of those widely accepted things that if you’re a writer you must be, in some way, antisocial and a little bit weird. After all, writing is supposed to be inherently solitary. Why? Because the only fingers than can put your words on … Continue reading Dear Writing Buddies, You The Best
In a couple weeks, I won’t be 24 anymore.
I’ll officially be a quarter of a century old. Which is to say, not very old at all. But it seemed like a good excuse to jot down twenty-four things that I feel I’ve kind of learnt in the last twelve months. Or am learning. Everything these days seems more process than revelation.