It’s part of growing up, I suppose…you always have to leave something behind you.

'Doctor Who' was the first mythology that I learned, before ever I ran into Greek or Roman or Egyptian mythologies.

My ideal reader is me. And yes, my ideal reader comes with me and is forgiving.

There was no moon but the night sky was a riot of crisp and glittering autumn stars. There were streetlights too and lights on buildings and on bridges which looked like earthbound stars and they glimmered repeated as they were reflected with the city in the night water of the Thames. It’s fairyland thought Richard.

But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?

I make art, sometimes I make true art, and sometimes it fills the empty places in my life. Some of them. Not all.

Things bloosom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time.