Writing for me is like walking blindfolded along a high-wire. I can see vague shapes through the mask, but I never know whether my next step will carry me forward, or send me plummeting to what I imagine to be a flat and unforgiving ground.
Writing for me is like walking blindfolded along a high-wire. I can see vague shapes through the mask, but I never know whether my next step will carry me forward, or send me plummeting to what I imagine to be a flat and unforgiving ground.