Caitlin Evans

I guess what I’m trying to say is this: wannabe writers ask me all the time how I schedule my day, sometimes adding sadly: “I’d love to write, but I just don’t have the time”. Honey, none of us has the time. Maybe if you are male, and Victorian, and have a wife and servants and lock yourself in the study for several months at a go, being served bee

“Begin here. It is raining. I look out on the maple, where a few leaves have turned yellow, and listen to Punch, the parrot, talking to himself and to the rain ticking gently against the windows. I am here alone for the first time in weeks, to take up my “real” life again at last. That is what is strange—that friends, even passionate love, are not

"I was waiting for something extraordinary to happen, but as the years wasted on, nothing ever did unless I caused it.”

—Charles Bukowski