Writing
I have stayed up all night, bleary eyed, head throbbing, and adrenaline running through my veins, and I have finished the first draft of my science-fiction novel.
12th December 2012, in a dingy little hostel room in Dover. A strange and very non-symbolic backdrop, it must be said. But then, the white cliffs are only a couple of miles away, and there's romance enough in the air.
12th December 2012, in a dingy little hostel room in Dover. A strange and very non-symbolic backdrop, it must be said. But then, the white cliffs are only a couple of miles away, and there's romance enough in the air.