On the day the cold broke…

I picked up a box of books from my neighbour. Not just any old box of books, but my box of books. 5 years might not be the longest writerly gestation, but it is quite a feeling looking at all that work in such a tactile, tangible form. And knowing that it’s knocking about; it’s being read now. People are having their own responses – you can see some of those here. The questions I wanted to ask are finding answers in other people’s imaginations. I hope.

I don’t know what’s next, really. I just want to explore and be bold. And write. Image

You can have one too 🙂

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