It Was The Laughter Of

It Seemed To Him A Very Edinburgh Thing. Welcoming, But Not Very.

I Still Think Most Writers Are Just Kids Who Refuse To Grow Up. We're Still Playing Imaginary Games, With Our Imaginary Friends.

I Wrote My First Short Story For A Competition And Won Second Prize. Another Competition Came Up And I Won First Prize. The First Story Was Published In A Newspaper. The Second Went Out On Radio.

Rebus Was Eating Breakfast In The Canteen And Wishing There Was More Caffeine In The Coffee, Or More Coffee In The Coffee Come To That.

No Matter How Many Awards You've Won Or How Many Sales You've Got, Come The Next Book It's Still A Blank Sheet Of Paper And You're Still Panicking Like Hell That You've Got Nothing New To Say.