As Individuals, We Are Shaped By Story

I Wish I Was Away In Ingo Far Across The Briny Sea Sailing Over Deepest Waters Where Neither Care Nore Worry Trouble Me

A Novel, In The End, Is A Container, A Shape Which You Are Trying To Pour Your Story Into.

As Individuals, We Are Shaped By Story From The Time Of Birth; We Are Formed By What We Are Told By Our Parents, Our Teachers, Our Intimates.

If We Understand The Past, We Are More Likely To Recognise What Is Happening Around Us.

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.