I've finally finished editing the first draft of 1:58 and if there is anything I have learnt from this experience of using a red pen on my own work it is this - I can be brutal. Many writers say that they don't like to 'kill their darlings' but I found it quite easy to… Continue reading The Second Draft.
The frosty air is icy cold against my skin; it must be time for winter once again. I walk down a familiar street. I have my scarf wrapped around my neck and earmuffs protecting my ears from the howling wind. I try and look ahead but the pressure of the wind is gushing against my… Continue reading Learning To Move On