Magic Beans & The Myth of Artistic Poverty

Poverty paralyses art. It doesn’t inspire. It murders. For twenty months, while my life was fat with “material” (running away from domestic abuse with a freshly-two year-old), it was thin on cash. As the months went by, the rent went up, the flexible hours vanished and the hope of ever getting a mortgage and stableContinue reading “Magic Beans & The Myth of Artistic Poverty”

M-O-N-E-Y and the “emerging writer”

I’m a member of a professional writers’ group for the Bath / Bristol area. Great people, all quite different in style and temperament. Very supportive. I don’t get there often enough (childcare, blah de blah) but without fail, it’s inspiring. So here’s last night. After a session on another writer’s work, we rolled up ourContinue reading “M-O-N-E-Y and the “emerging writer””