I returned home with my head buzzing and lost all track of time, as I embarked on a wine-fuelled creative writing binge.
Now, I wake up a dawn. I no longer need one alarm... let alone three. Watching the sun come up each morning is my inspiration. Each dawn is different and triggers new vibes for me to pour into my writing for that day.
I was reading Lorenzo Carcaterra's Sleepers and I couldn't put it down, taking it into the Indian Ocean and reading it floating on my back, standing up and sitting in the warm, briny sea, until I finished it. More recently, Adam Kay's This is Going to Hurt - The Diaries of a Junior Doctor, had the same effect, only I read most of it on a sun lounger.
Comedy writers have the most fragile egos. Mindy Kaling At various stages of our lives, our egos take a bashing but now, in the Autumn of my years, I care less about what other people think. And yes, this cavalier thought process even applies to my writing, except... when it comes to what the people... Continue Reading →
Glasgow for a few days, before moving on to the Lake District for a week, then on to Harrogate, the place of Betty’s Tea Rooms and my birth.