I really wasn’t going to write anything about Bowie. I figured there was nothing I could say that thousands of other people hadn’t already written or thought. Then I realised maybe that was the point. His passing, while terrifically sad, seems less about the grief and more about the joy that we were able to share him at all. There’s joy to be had from what he left behind, and that each of us got to have him in our lives. He was the consummate outsider. He was different to anyone who has ever been or ever will be. But we will always remember him for the way he reflected a small part of each of us back at ourselves.

Below is my experience of Bowie. Does it match yours?

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writing tracker

Here’s a post I’ve been meaning to get around to for a while and … basically, not. Luckily, the start of a new year is always a good time to take stock of how you’ve spent the last 12 months, so here’s a look back at how my writing efforts went in 2015.

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I read about 14 books in 2015. It’s not great, but it’s better than I’ve managed in previous years. While all of those books could be comfortably contained within the fantasy/horror/sci-fi shelves there was more variety than previous years: mainly down to me not simply sticking with authors I was already comfortable with (and I made some great discoveries, which might warrant a separate post). Still, I want to do better this year. But how?

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