Musings of a Writer’s Life
How I Almost Didn’t Become a Writer
In the summer of 1987 I took a break from my NGO in Brussels to spend a week with an Australian friend in Exeter, England. A few months before, I had made contact with a young gay Gujarati guy who had grown up in East Africa and now lived in the UK, but had never been...
A Writer by Default Rather Than Design
When I was ten years old my father gave me a copy of the Oxford English Dictionary. It soon became my close friend and constant companion. I would look up a word, then get sidetracked by others, revealing words and worlds I never knew existed. I didn’t know it then...