‘How does a writer begin?’
This is perhaps one of the best and most arresting opening lines to a book I have ever encountered.
It’s from Julia Briggs’ VIRGINIA WOOLF: AN INNER LIFE, found in a secondhand bookshop in the highlands of Scotland; an absolute steal at the price of only fifty British pence.
I was on the Scottish part of my book tour, my second book had been out in the world just over a week, and already I had
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