The place the beginning seems to be

I explore the relationship between the physicality in fiction, and the physicality of the actual flesh-and-blood reader engaging with that fiction. Sometimes the intensity of that relationship has made me want to devour things... Reading from: A Moveable Feast (1964), by Ernest Hemingway

Writing is habit-forming, which is the good news. The bad news is, that habit is a slippery thing that can be elusive and untrustworthy. Readings: Extracts from the journals of Ludwig Wittgenstein, The Hero's Body (2016) by William Giraldi

I remember the joys of creative collaboration from years gone by. Writing is an inherently solitary pursuit, but that doesn't mean there aren't consolations to be had within that solitude. Reading: Extracts from '10 Rules for Writing Fiction', The Guardian (https://www.theguardian.com/books/2010…

Maybe specific words are only ever an attempt to fix a pattern in the mind that is originally formless. And then, too, this grey area between form and formlessness can be captured in writing. Reading from: Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937)