Do you ever feel like life’s forcing you in a direction you’re not entirely sure you want to take? I feel like everything is pushing me toward writing and rather than just going with it and seeing where it takes me I’ve been continually fighting against it. I’m tired, I think it’s time to just submit.
I’m moving to Cardiff, I’m going to grow a moustache, buy a fixie and take loads of black and white photos of things.
All of that is true.