This is a new website, and I feel the same excitement as I do when I start a brand new journal.
And also the same reluctance to actually write anything.
I’m reminded of the father of the French novelist, Colette, who would retire every night to write. Everyone in the house had to tiptoe round him, until he died and Colette actually got to see what was in these beautiful books her father wrote in. She found…
But hopefully next time you come back, you’ll find more words here.