September 11, 2012 · 8:14 pm
This is what a writer’s room looks like… Post-it notes papering the walls, a map, files, open reference books, photos…
I imagine there are teettering towering piles of books just out of the picture too.
This is the room in which Will Self wrestles with and writes his stories.
He says he tries to break free from traditional constraints.
The man himself – Will Self – wondering has he written enough to justify pausing for a cup of tea.
My ideal writer’s room is full of light, with lots of desk space and a view over fields.
The real one was cramped with books written by other people, shaded and prone to interruption.
These days the kitchen is the place. I perch Continue reading →
June 24, 2010 · 12:03 am
Ivor Jefferson, drama teacher Wandsworth Prison.
I went out looking for drama, and watched a woman’s life hang in the balance just inches from my face. Continue reading →
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