I’m writing to you from Dublin airport, having travelled through the night to get here, with no sleep. I’m on my way to Lumb Bank, Hebden Bridge, to teach my first ever (sold out) in person sessions with Arvon.
A whole week talking with writers about craft and the idea of writing SELF. Here is a wee picture of a handful of the texts I’ve been dipping into as I prepare. It is kind of wild actually, thinking about it. I’m a Pandemic
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