So Heedless Have We Become

For Myself, I Haven't Been Content To Carry On Producing Books That Merely Strain Against The Conventions - As I've Grown Older, And Realised That There Aren't That Many Books Left For Me To Write, So I've Become Determined That They Should Be The Fictive Equivalent Of Ripping The Damn Corset Off Altogether And Chucking It On The Fire.

So Heedless Have We Become Of Our Own Image That Second-hand Mobile Phones Now Invariably Come With A Sim Card Chock-full Of Discarded Intimacies.

The Life Of The Professional Writer - Like That Of Any Freelance, Whether She Be A Plumber Or A Podiatrist - Is Predicated On Willpower. Without It There Simply Wouldn't Be Any Remuneration, Period.

It Might Be An Idea For All Literary Critics To Read The Books They Analyse Aloud - It Certainly Helps To Fix Them In The Mind, While Providing A Readymade Seminar With Your Audience.

There Can Be No More Thrilling Idea Of Intimacy That Connecting With Someone Through The Agency Of The Written Word. Here We Meet, On The Page, Naked And Unadorned: Shorn Of Class, Race, Gender, Sexual Identity, Age And Nationality. The Reader I Seek Is A Tautology, For He/she Is Simply Exactly The Person Who Wants To Read What I Have Written...