What compels me to write now is the same as all those years ago. It is the love of writing and storytelling, driven by a desire to escape.

— Fennel Hudson

What I am interested in, what I write and care about, exists in the slow lane, somewhere between hand-sloughed fields and a pint of real ale.

— Fennel Hudson

When sitting down to write a letter, it always pays to calm one’s mood, collect one’s thoughts, and have a plan.

— Fennel Hudson

Where the writing takes place doesn’t matter to a publisher, but it matters a great deal to the author.

— Fennel Hudson

Why should we change that which makes us unique?

— Fennel Hudson

Workdays are, I imagine, rather like learning to ice-skate Thrill and Dean’s The Bolero. They start and end easily enough; it’s the bit in the middle that causes the pain in the ass.

— Fennel Hudson

Writers who copy or plagiarize others are dreaming in another man’s sleep.

— Fennel Hudson

Writing ink is the magic that allows nothing to become something. It catches the fleeting idea and seeks out the glances of those who wish to see. Even a random ink splat will mean something to someone.

— Fennel Hudson

Writing with a Biro is the emotional equivalent of giving your loved one a plastic rose on Valentine’s Day.

— Fennel Hudson

Yearn for the opposite, to buck the trend, to be different.

— Fennel Hudson