So here I am on my new website. Aren’t I clever? Isn’t this wonderful? Didn’t I swear lots creating it? I can’t quite believe I’m here. And by here I don’t just mean here in this little area of cyberspace I’ve allocated myself to do a bit of storytelling, but here. Here as in today.Continue reading “On Books. And Storytellers. And Trains.”
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An Outstanding Debt
When I was fifteen I bet my mother ten pounds that I’d be published by the age of thirty. Ten pounds was quite a bit to me then. I felt like it was a fair deal, one where she’d have to pay me. After all, I’d always been a writer. I wrote stories in notepadsContinue reading “An Outstanding Debt”
