The purity of the page

I’m such an overthinker, it’s ridiculous. I worry that my words aren’t ever enough. I worry that my neurosis will somehow spill out. I worry that my pain, past trauma and anxiety will smudge the purity of the page. I worry that it’s all part of the worry, that sharing is egotistical, that I’m notContinue reading “The purity of the page”

Freelancer’s Blues

It isn’t easy being a freelance arts writer. While I’m fully aware there are worse jobs to have (I previously worked in a call centre, a hotel and in retail, uggghhh) there are a few issues with this bizarre occupation. Firstly, some publications insist that they will pay you, only to renege at the lastContinue reading “Freelancer’s Blues”

Burroughs’ Advice For Writers

Burroughs in 1959 by Loomis Dean For me- and I’m sure many other writers relate to this – writing is as much an external process as an internal one. I see writing as an essential living, breathing component, something I have to get out of my system. I often have a need to lasso thoughtsContinue reading “Burroughs’ Advice For Writers”