Later they would say that morning held a bleakly uneasy sense of doom. That the birds didn’t sing and the drizzle on the windows ran like tears. But they’d be making it up. It is a perfectly ordinary Tuesday morning and the train is silent but for the shushing and muttering from headphones and the […]
How writing is like climbing a mountain
This month I’ve written or edited almost 60,000 words. I only know this because I use the rather helpful Grammarly to check that I haven’t missed some hideously glaring error. It also, handily, strips off all the different fonts and styling you end up with when you’ve been doing lots of cut and pasting (cutting […]
