I’m writing my second book.
Those are thrilling and daunting words to type. I’ve done this before, but this time everything is new.
Sometimes, writing a book feels like tuning in to the whispers of the universe, and hearing murmured stories on the wind. Messages appear in unlooked-for places, in unexpected ways: a line in the newspaper, the title of a poem, a map, a snatch of song. A complex spiderweb of connections gradually reveals itself, and threads of meaning begin to shine. Half-remembered moments come sharply into focus, whilst previously unheard of people and places assume a sudden significance.
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