Writing at the Hour Nobody Wants
Why the small hours make better sentences than the bright ones.
Why the small hours make better sentences than the bright ones.
The draft is not the book. It is the scaffolding you will take down later.
Long, slow, atmospheric — the ones that reward the late hour.
A defence of the pencil, the dog-ear, and the argument in the margin.
On beginning again at an unreasonable hour of life.
One notebook, no system, everything that struck you.