Substack
My mum says I didn’t speak a word until I was three, sparking parental panic and a mental check-up. Then, on August 31, 1967, I blurted out “Happy birthday Andrew” – and a perfectionist was born. No “mama” or “goo goo” for me.
Since then, I’ve been making up for lost time with nonstop communication. Beyond my professional writing, I dream, eat, breathe, and obsess about words – and in a variety of languages to boot (20 and counting).
Catch this flood of thoughts on my Substack, where besides writng about writing, I also riff about my new home in Sofia, Bulgaria, and am planning a series of fictional stories loosely based on forty years of living all around the world
It’s the lighter, unfiltered side of my writing – and what fills most of my free time.
Hope to see you there!
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