Reflections of a working writer and reader
You try to sit down at approximately the same time every day. This is how you train your unconscious to kick in for you creatively. ... You put a piece of paper in the typewriter, or you turn on your computer and bring up the right file. ... You begin rocking, just a little at first, and then like a huge autistic child. ... Then your mental illnesses arrive at the desk like your sickest, most secretive relatives. And they pull up chairs in a semicircle around the computer, and they try to be quiet but you know they are there with their weird coppery breath, leering at you behind your back. Anne Lamott
My fellow panellists at the recent Left Coast Crime event in Bristol, feeling that they couldn’t manage without me, built a likeness from paper and rag. Apparently it fooled the audience, though one or two people in the signing queue did a double-take.
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