For thirty years I dreamed of a life as a professional writer. Here's how it is for me, after twenty-three years. There's plenty about work in progress, a whole lot more about the things that feed my creative process.
It was an odd day yesterday: lots of sunshine, a couple of heavy
snow showers, and quite a stormy look to the sky towards sundown.I had to run for my camera and clamber over
some piles of snow to grab these shots, but it seemed worth it.