Being A Writer Now Is

Stay. Fight. Live. Take It. Cry. Cry. Cry.

Let Things Be, Let Yourself Be, Let Everything Be And Accept It As It Is. Nothing More. Nothing Less.

It's Cold And It's Winter And The World Has Gone To Sleep

What Someone Calls My Books Is Irrelevant To Me. I Consider Them Works Of Art And Rules And Categories And Labels Mean Nothing.

We Live In A World That's Very Fast, Where We Get Bombarded With Huge Amounts Of Information Very Quickly, And I Have Tried To Tailor My Voice To The Times, Which I Think, Writers, Over The Course Of History - Many Have Always Done.