Time at Stirling
My time at Stirling as a Charles Wallace Fellow was golden. Scotland has had a disproportionately large space in my imagination and I was more excited to be there than would have been cool to admit to anybody. The weather conspired to make the place especially beautiful, though - because I was escaping India's summer - I would have welcomed even dreary weather with enthusiasm.
I had an office and the company of the lovely people in the English and Creative Writing Departments, and it's only in retrospect that I realise how much work I'd got done while at Stirling. I've always written in difficult domestic circumstances and quite frankly, I don't think I knew what to do with all the time I suddenly had or the absence of stress. I intended to work on a project I'd begun but it was Stirling that I decided that I'd have to abandon that book entirely. That was not an easy decision to make. It was to fill that particular vacuum that I wrote most of the poems that are in my forthcoming collection. Stirling will always be special to me