talking and I felt very safe and comfortable with him.
There’s a bit of a buzz when an idea has turned into a story He would ask me some seemingly trivial question
and it’s been written down. But then you realise it’s rubbish and I could spend all week thinking about it and
and have to edit, edit, edit. So I don’t really know why I do it. Help!
working things out in my mind. He has helped me
though some very dark times and when I discovered