Sometimes, when life is busy or tough, knowing your comfort zone and residing there is good and, even more, necessary. Sometimes you need to push the reading envelope a little.
What’s still out there that you haven’t yet managed to read?
I write in the margins of books. Not just text books. Bookish books. Fiction books. Non-fiction books. Beautiful books. Books.
The balance of keeping this world separate from that one. Of making time for the putting down of words, instead of the picking up of new ones.
How did all this happen? Why are these Mirandas in such fierce competition. What can I do to avoid it all again?