A Novel, In The End, Is A

For You Where Never My Blood Sister So No More Shall I Call You Little Sister

A Problem With A Piece Of Writing Often Clarifies Itself If You Go For A Long Walk.

I Would Like People To Come Into My Dreamworld And Then Choose To Stay.

Mourning Ruby Is Not A Flat Landscape: It Is More Like A Box With Pictures Painted On Every Face. And Each Face Is Also A Door Which Opens, I Hope, To Take The Reader Deep Into The Book.

When You Are Young You Don't Always Realise How Full Of Doubts Everybody Is.