I am happiest sitting against a tree, with my notebook or sketchpad on my knee, capturing the moment.

Imagination is the real magic that exists in this world. Look inwards, to see outwards. And capture it in writing.

I like working among ‘creative clutter’. It gives me a sense of activity and achievement.

Confront the page that taunts you with its whiteness. Face your enemy and fill it with words. You are bigger and stronger than a piece of paper.

The greatest moments of creativity come in absolute solitude, when one’s mind is free from distraction and able to probe the depths of the impossible.

There is a fine line between fair criticism and jealous assault.

Writing with a biro is the emotional equivalent of giving your loved one a plastic rose on Valentine’s Day.

Proper writing ink comes in a bottle, can be swirled like brandy in a glass, and smells like apple blossom after rain.

When sitting down to write a letter, it always pays to calm one’s mood, collect one’s thoughts, and have a plan.