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I grew up going to Haughley. It’s a village in Mid Suffolk; I don’t know the current population exactly but I think under 2,000 people is a good guess. If you’re elsewhere in England, most people will have never heard of Haughley, but they’ll usually know “Stowmarket” which is the nearest town over (and nicknamed… More Welcome to Haughley
…and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.” Dear Graham, In December 2019 I picked you up from the rescue. They told me you’d had a rocky past, but we had high hopes for your future. You purred all the way home and upon arrival, you sauntered out of the carrier and into my… More Good night, sweet prince…
…but I’m not afraid of a deep dive. A playwriting colleague once said to me, “In writing, there are cutter-outters and adder-inners. You, my friend, are a cutter-outter.” Whenever you read anything I’ve written, trust and believe it’s been through an intensive editing process during which I killed about a hundred darlings. “Killing your darlings”… More I don’t like to swim…
I’m not sure how I made it this far through life without reading Ray Bradbury. I kind of feel like I’ve found a new friend. Someone who’s in on it. Whatever it is. I read Fahrenheit 451 in high school, and I know I loved it, but I honestly don’t remember much about it. Presently I’m more interested… More Dandelion Wine