'Half way down the first page of a new novel I’d shrug. Nothing wrong with the writing, just that I felt I knew it already. Ditto cinema. Weeks passed, then months. '

Half way down the first page of a new novel I’d shrug. Nothing wrong with the writing, just that I felt I knew it already. Ditto cinema. Weeks passed, then months. That span of openness I’d hoped for took on a different aspect. I began to feel lost.