Reality in our century is not something to be faced.— Graham Greene, Our Man In Havana It's been a few years since I read Brighton Rock, which I felt obliged to; it being one of the major works of fiction about my place of residence.
I have altogether too many podcast opinions, some of them perhaps deliberately contrary. One that's met with near-consensus agreement is that podcast live shows are generally bad. Your two-men-talking-into-Yeti-mics show probably isn't going to have much added to it by being in a room with worse…
I find that when I have a good idea, it's usually one I've had before, often a long time before. Reading back through old notebooks is often an exercise in realising that this new novel shiny-penny is actually something I first thought about a year ago.
26 is still your mid-20s, right? Right? Back to it.