I wrote a rather pretentious rant a few weeks back, all about the terrors, travails and virtues of the writing life.

     It was wank. Wank wank wank.

So I’m rather pleased that I didn’t end up posting it for all to see, although perhaps I should give you some edited and context-less highlights, for the sake of our children (well, his children…)
     Actually, no. I’d far rather you read this. Not mine, but so much of what is good in the world isn’t.