Killing my babies
It has to be done. The thing’s too long. I have to bring out the edit knife and chop. My serial is set in the French village of Bugarach. On the night of twenty-first December 2012, Bugarach was at the...
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an old British Rail waiting room Waiting. Waiting. Drumming your fingers on the desk. Making another hot drink. Not being able to settle. Can’t read. Not even a newspaper. I hate waiting. So, I don’t....
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