I am a failure as a writer. The publishers won't publish me, the bookshops won't carry my books, the critics won't write about me. I am excluded from all anthologies, and completely ignored.
The woman will sit eternally in the tall black armchair. I will be the one woman you will never have...excessive living weighs down the imagination: we will not live, we will only write and talk to swell the sails.
Our age has need of violence," he writes. And he is violence.
Keeping a Diary all my life helped me to discover some basic elements essential to the vitality of writing.
