It's a humble PNG image, but to me it's the most exciting one I've seen in a very long time. Today I finished NaNoWriMo. I wrote a novel. I almost want to put an exclamation mark on the end of that last sentence, but I don't think it's really sunk…
Visiting my parents is often so much like a ready-made writing retreat. The house is quiet, softly lit, often sleepy. The TV returns seven channels and there is not much in the way of distraction. I sit straight up, I do crosswords from the paper, I write hundreds of words…
My old Goose on a Moose print and various old photos of my mother and Finland. I'm not really a fan of Doris Lessing's fiction, but I love her as a writer. If she catches me not writing, she shakes her finger at me and tells me to get moving.…
