Top to toe, Rahere was white with cold. His black woollen robe had been handed down from one singing boy to another for years, and it was threadbare. The other boys were calling to each other, racing on the frosty grass, but he was too cold; stiffly, he bent to coax some warmth into his […]
I’ve always liked this Nietzsche quote: “You must still have chaos in yourself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.” There’s a lot to love about that, I think. Not least, personally, as it gives me hope that whatever sprawling, chaotic, nonsensical draft I’m working on might eventually turn out good. In writing as in life.