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In which my book is launched
In which I discover that things are going okay
In which I begin again
In which there are cigarettes
I've spent the last couple of years working on my second novel. Looking back on it, my pattern of work seems to have been to have worked like a demon for short patches of time (say two months) and then to leave it, neatly marked-up and post-it-noted on the corner of...
I got offered a writer's residency this week. Reading the email to tell me that my application for the residency was successful wasn't quite as exciting as reading the email to tell me that my next novel would be published, but it was a wonderful email nonetheless....