I don’t always have the time to write a complete novel – it’s much easier to find the time to spit out a thousand words in the small spaces of time I have available to me.
I don’t like sports. I never have. It just doesn’t grab me. It’s not any one sport that is the issue: I don’t get any of it.
I don’t like sports. I never have. It just doesn’t grab me. I’ve just described the whole of the sporting world as an amorphous blob; that’s how much it doesn’t grab me.
The world is such a deep and intricate place. I wish I could even begin to describe the beauty every moment carries, and then lets go. I can’t, so I won’t.
MasterChef Syndrome: It is a truth universally acknowledged that your job sucks. Get cooking!