A Drinker Does Not Exist. Whatever They

I'm Quite Interested In The Absolute Roots Of Narrative, Why We Tell Stories At All: Where The Monsters Come From.

I Do Not Believe In Evil- I Believe That We Are Human And Fallible, That We Things And Spoil Them In An Ordinary Way.

I'm Starting To Think My Narrators' Sentences Are Getting Too Big For Them, And They Are Getting To Sound A Bit Samey And, More Disturbingly, A Bit Too Much Like Me.

To Be Able To Have The Space To Sit Down And Write Has Always Been My Central Policy.

The Truth. The Dead Want Nothing Else. It Is The Only Thing That They Require.