Although I had trained as a nurse, to me writing was a white, educated occupation; having read loads of books, it never dawned on me that people of colour wrote them.
I am never without a book. It would be tortuous for me to be on a journey, short or long, without something to read. I have books in the bathroom, bedroom and the living room.
Does writing a diary contribute to a writer’s creative capital or squander it? Simon Rae, a diarist himself, considers the long and sometimes uneasy relationship between public writing and diary-writing — from Samuel Pepys to Karl Ove Knausgård.