The last time I blogged, I urged everyone to be an inspiration. I was wrong. Very wrong. And here’s why being neither inspirational nor inspired is the best thing you will ever do for yourself.
The world is currently clamouring for answers to rudimentary and yet essential questions, such as: How the hell are we supposed to work from home long-term and stay sane? How can we stay connected with people whilst still practicing social distancing? And what’s this got to do with writers, and how they might just be able to save the world for real this time?