“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own. I’ve transported Virginia Woolf from the courts and quadrangles and canals of Oxbridge to gum trees and dams and ducklings. She sits on the small wooden bench overlooking the arena, hand […]
a (brief) word about things
I feel anxious about beginnings. Only because once you’ve started you’re committed. I’m usually glad in the end I started, it’s just the usual thoughts of what if I fuck this up. All quite normal. I started a novel seven years ago. I’m still here. So is the novel. One day it might debut. Last […]
Storybird
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anne myers 