I think my creative juices flow faster when I should be doing anything else – for instance, I should be doing my volunteer work and prepping for my new job, but all I can think about is the things I want to write!
My brain is best when I’m writing for pleasure, and I have so many ideas on the go at the moment. Would people want to read a retrospective on Ma Boy and its surprisingly toxic message? A passionate defence of the amnesia trope? A dissection of all the weirdness that was Jealousy Incarnate? Another mega-essay recapping and analysing The Interest of Love?
Whether they want it or not, I’m writing it!
Love, February