The Bookish Experience

Nothing compares to the rush of walking into a bookshop. It’s like stepping over a threshold into another world, a world with special sights, sounds and smells. It’s like you’re suddenly within reach of endless opportunities to be whatever you like, to imagine and watch and hear and feel simply anything. Anything at all is possible between the covers of the manuscripts reaching out to you. Continue reading


I sit and the words catch me

When the ache is in your bones, you write. When it is in your eyes and  your jaw and your hands rubbed raw, you write. When your very thoughts flow sluggishly, tediously, unsure of their direction- you write. When you don’t know anything in the world any more, you ask your pen or keyboard or phone screen to make sense of it for you. Continue reading