…which is of course a reference to “The Importance of Being Earnest”, and refers to a young woman’s diary. Re-reading my first novel, “Seven Days” and thinking that the whole thing was a mess because I wanted to do far too many things with it. This is I think at the heart of my failure to write “anything” – that I can’t pin it down, I want to do too many things. But I can’t help it. This is about all of us – all of my selves must come with me.
Anniversary of my Mum’s death today.