For thirty years I dreamed of a life as a professional writer. Here's how it is for me, after twenty-five years. There's plenty about work in progress, a whole lot more about the things that feed my creative process.
I am on the road today, Sunday 3 July, and haven't been able to get to a place where I can compose - either myself or a blog entry. Highway 2 is scenic, but it isn't particularly blogger-friendly. I'll catch up tomorrow.