So I got lazy, I got lost and I got found. Somewhere in the haze of finishing my MA I have managed to start hearing the words again. There they go, Tick Tick tick. Wanting life, wanting breath, wanting to consume me the way they always have.

I have been away to long and my story, Maldon't Hammer keeps banging against the wall that is my brain. Art, art, art. It's been my saviour and my whore for as long as I can remember. Well, I am sorry I have been away, but now I am back. Can't you see? Can't you hear? No, well then I must make you listen again.