Writing killed my relationship

Few events in real life can be so neatly separated into A + B equalled C. Although the spectacular and sudden ending of my latest attempt at love was certainly not one of them, my writing was at least A. An Accomplice. It played more than a small part in bringing about the end, and…

Writing is killing my relationship

In my last blog post I wrote: ‘write every day is the mantra of the established writer, but the impossibility of the first time novelist’. The more time I spend writing, the more I realise how true that is. The more I write, the more I sacrifice from the rest of my life. Like many…