A Drinker Does Not Exist. Whatever They

Writing Is Not My Problem, It Is My Solution.

I Have A Small Room To Write In. One Wall Is Completely Covered In Books. And I Face The Window With The Curtain Closed To Stop The Light Hitting The Computer.

The Truth. The Dead Want Nothing Else. It Is The Only Thing That They Require.

Sometimes I Will Spend Two Or Three Days Not Speaking To Anyone Outside Of The Immediate Family When They Come Home, And Then I Find That I've Been Emailing Like Fury. Once You Give In To That Silence, It's Quite Nice.

A Drinker Does Not Exist. Whatever They Say, It Is Just The Drink Talking.