Month: September 2015

Is writing English fiction in South Africa attempting the insurmountable?

Once upon a time, after a particularly lame tome, I thought pffft. l could write a book. Then, one zillion drafts, three thousand cups of tea and a warehouse of rusks later, I realized it was much harder than I thought. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy the process. The satisfaction that comes from getting a few miserable words to fall into an emotionally moving space is…