A flurry of activity. I take facts and dates and accounts of those facts and dates, and I restate them in my own untutored words, then I assemble little plot segments, then I draft up crap, then I reassess, then I rewrite for effect, then I… and so on and so on. I’m now in Sydney, in Marrickville, and it’s time to look at nuclear accidents again. Thoughts and words tumble and swirl.
Happiness: 10 Years of Day-on-Day Obsession
