I have learned so much from working with other poets, travelling and reading with them, spending days discussing poems in progress. There is the sense that we are all, as writers, part of something which is more powerful than any of us.

However, the difficulties and pleasures of the writing itself are similar for a novel with a historical setting and a novel with a contemporary setting, as far as I'm concerned.

If the garden of Eden really exists it does so moment by moment, fragmented and tough, cropping up like a fan of buddleia high up in the gutter of a deserted warehouse, or in a heap of frozen cabbages becoming luminous in the reflected light of roadside snow.

i wish i was away in Ingo far across the briny sea sailing over deepest waters where neither care nore worry trouble me

In a world without air all you breathe is adventure!

If we understand the past, we are more likely to recognise what is happening around us.

I would like people to come into my Dreamworld and then choose to stay.