I wrote a rather pretentious rant a few weeks back, all about the terrors, travails and virtues of the writing life.
Â Â Â Â Â It was wank. Wank wank wank.
So I’m rather pleased that I didn’t end up posting it for all to see, although perhaps I should give you some edited and context-less highlights, for the sake of our children (well, his children…)
Â Â Â Â Â Actually, no. I’d far rather you read this. Not mine, but so much of what is good in the world isn’t.