From a pavement near Exeter Cathedral, which we visited on our way back from Plymouth. I weave a few Blake quotations into The Ceruleans, but not this one – I love its sentiment, though.
Imagine this: You’re writing a book. You care about this book. You want to finish the book. But you’re plagued by: These characters are stupid. This story is stupid. This writing style sucks. This book is no good. I’m a rubbish writer. I’ll never finish this chapter/this part/this book. Writing is exhausting. Writing is taking over my
No (wo)man is an island – and no writer can write in a bubble. So sometimes I feel the need to ‘come over all cultural’ and look beyond books to other art forms. (Be warned: the following will in no way dispel any growing suspicion you have that I wasn’t The Coolest Kid at school.) Theatre