Upon the Death of my Favourite Author

In December I was asked by NRTH LASS to pen a tribute to Joan Didion, following her death. Here you can read my thoughts on her passing, grief more generally and how she has influenced the writer I am/am still becoming. There is a distinct comfort in knowing that certain people are still around. AContinue reading “Upon the Death of my Favourite Author”

Moving Out, Moving On

I am currently writing this sat on my one remaining cushion on the floor of my flat, where there is no furniture, surrounded by the last remnants of my current life. It’s the stuff that has no category, the stuff that will inevitably end up in the ‘last box of shite … I promise thisContinue reading “Moving Out, Moving On”