Ever since the massacre at Charlie Hebdo I’ve been finding it harder to write.  Instead of working on all the projects I’m supposed to be working on, I’ve scribbled page after page of notes trying to sort out what I’m feeling.  It’s not an easy thing about which to write.  I’m not even sure I should.  But Paris is my home.  And I can’t stop thinking about what happened here.

How do we write when you can be killed in the centre of Paris for drawing rude cartoons? (more…)