2015 is the year of adventure because I looked back at 2014 and searched for the best moment I could think of. The answer was obvious: Bestival.
Welcome, one and all, to 2015. It's the year of adventure and I am back (with gay abandon) to typing in my notebook.
The less you write, the less you are a writer. But when you keep worrying about what's happening next, there's no time to expand upon what's happening now.
2013 meant dipping my toes in a lot of new things. 2014 means diving a little deeper into a few and transitioning to a new writing frequency.
It's January, it's dark, it's gloomy and wet, it's Sunday afternoon. This is all I'm fit for...
It's that time of year again. And while I still remain skeptical about the whole resolution thing, I can't help but make the odd one...
A few more hours in the day would be great, but it's distance that would help me get a little more writing done.
Competing with, and comparing yourself to a phantom takes your focus away from what's right in front of you.
I am very excited. This weekend I got to work on my foundations, and for once it wasn't cheap.
Arresting. Emotionally wrenching. Gripping. Brilliant: my first venture outside the 2013 book bubble.
Making a non-New Year's resolution to step boldly outside of my literary comfort zone.