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 fly out to the States in four days' time. By Sunday - if the good Lord wills it and the creeks don't rise- I shall bed down in the casita, or little house, in the historic town of Taos, northern New Mexico, where I'm due to stay for the following ninety days. While I do have a plan for the writing I wish to do there I am prepared for surprises. I visited Taos once, thirty years ago, when I lived in the Land of Enchantment as an undergraduate. I am braced for a stunning visual and cultural experience.