When I'm not writing I love to write about writing. I also like to moan and complain about pretty much everything else. My ramblings are below. No particular order to them; just as they trickle through what I optimistically refer to as my brain.
Saturday, 2 July 2011
Got a great idea for a new book here.
If I was to begin all the novels that come into my head I'd have to keep writing long after I was dead. I thought of a new one last night as I was painting this. I must have animals on the brain. My wife is convinced that I'm mad or sick or twisted. I don't see that as such a bad thing.