Day: May 2, 2016

It’s only when we start to fag out that we realize the things we took for granted are the ones we don’t want to live without. – Roy Watkins

I’m starting May in an interesting place. In a couple of weeks, I head to Wales for a month-long stint as writer-in-residence at Stiwdio Maelor. I have my own cell, I mean, room on the outskirts of Snowdonia National Park.

I’m not worried about writing. Nope. I’m looking forward to losing myself in characters and their stories.

But after walking almost 500 miles two years ago, I have a tiny confession. Or a FATTY one. Continue Reading