Today we were treated to an hour in the presence of Dinty Moore, named for a stew and modelled on a cigar chomping ne’er do well. I have never met a ne’er do well and here was one asking me what bus to take to the Water of Leith in between passing on his wisdom of writing creative non-fiction. Working on my 20,000 word major project (which Dinty kindly offered to re-write for me, or at least cast his professional eye over) has taught me so much about the writing process; about my writing process, and I could have grilled Dinty all … Continue reading When hunger comes a callin’