Where do I begin.

Thats a bigger question than I would have guessed. My life is one of fits and starts, periods of frenzy followed by episodes of interminable withdrawal, where my thoughts seem not to matter even to myself. As writers I think we form identities around our work, and these can be tricky to manage; the outlines arent always clear. It becomes a matter of what we should say versus what we want to say, who we ought to be as opposed to who we are.

Ive been trying to be a better...