I said, “I don’t think.”
“Then you shouldn’t talk” said the hat.
I said, “Have I gone mad?”
The hat said, “You’re entirely bonkers. All the best people are.”
I asked, “Why is a cockatoo like a pot of tea?”
The hat said, “I give up. What’s the answer?”
I replied, “I haven’t the slightest idea.”
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And as it turns out, I do not take the trips. The trips take me.
Essays on Creative Nonfiction
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Just like the horse whisperer - but with more pages
We live to write and write to live ... professional writers talk about the craft and business of writing
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Crashing into ink-stained purgatory since 2012.
I like birds
"In which an attempt at poetic propensity is undertaken"
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Travel writing and long form non-fiction narrative from the road
"I wanted to read or hear the narrative of someone else – a woman and a poet – who has gone here and been there." (Eavan Boland 1944-2020)
