Tweak, Meet, Greet (Miaow)

I’ve not posted much on my blog recently. Had my head immersed in my novel: finishing a draft, having family read it, getting feedback, finishing it again, and then a few weeks later, again and then again… I’ve now finished it again and am about to send it to my writers’ group to read (again), my supervisor on…

Writing Motherhood  

Yesterday I took part in one of Writing Motherhood’s final events, the brainchild of author and poet, Carolyn Jess-Cooke. Over the past year this Arts Council series has been touring at various writing centres and festivals across the country, offering inspiration to women and mothers who write, and who recognise that creativity is a necessary part…

Writers dreaming

A few nights ago I had a dream about a staff, a stile and a horrid dark dank dungeon. There was a woman in the dungeon and I knew she was going to torture me. When she poured liquid on my face, I accepted my fate: that I was doomed. The only way out of…

Not so wild

I wouldn’t say I was ever a festival slut, but I did spend a good proportion of my 20s and 30s in various tents dancing to various bands. In those days, for me festivals were mostly about the music and the social crowd (and quite a lot about the drink and drugs), but they were…

First-class festivities

I was very privileged to be part of the Stoke Newington Literary Festival this year. The weekend has flown by in a fuzz of sunshine, laughter and applause; dodging the crowds of happy people up and down Church Street and hanging out to music and beer at the Budvar tent. Every event I went to…