I've often entertained paranoid suspicions about my fridge and what it's been doing to my poetry when I'm not looking, but I never even considered that my fan was thinking about me.

I think, for me, humour needs to be used like a strong spice - sparingly.

I still write the occasional short story, and poked at a novel once, but it's just not what I want to do.

Even the people who have had success and made money writing these books of fiction seem to feel the need to pretend it's no big deal, or part of a natural progression from poetry to fiction, but often it's really just about the money, the perceived prestige.

I am certainly suffering from a modicum of performance anxiety.