The truth is I became a writer because I had no choice. It is the only work-like thing I can do without feeling restless. I wish I’d known this 30 years ago when my Year 9 ‘careers’ teacher asked me what I wanted to do for a living. “I’m going to be a writer”, was probably more what she was looking for than: “How the fuck should I know?…I’m only in Year 9.”
I apologise if you clicked on my About page looking for some definitive statement on what I do here, but I’m yet to distill any such statement from the 12,118
96,414 257,326 words and 19 201 416 different versions of this page that I’ve written since I launched this blog a month 2 months 3 months ago. [Note to self, update this page every month].