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I'm in the early stages of a novel; to be honest, I don't know what genre it falls into. Maybe I'll fathom that if I finally get my finger out and write some more. I don't write enough - there are no adequate excuses, I just need to get on with it.

I'm 37; I write, I read, I love music and I try to play the guitar. My only emotional commitment is to a cat and sometimes even that's a strain.