A few literary secrets

Fellow colleague and short story writer, Zoe Gilbert, and I are meeting this evening to plan content for our first course with London Lit Lab. A beginners’ evening course that starts on 2nd June and follows on every Thursday for six weeks at the wonderfully characterful Leila’s Cafe, on Calvert Avenue, Shoreditch. It demands to be said again,…

Food for thought

Two elderly women at Yo Sushi. They’ve both made an effort for their lunch date today. The English woman is dressed conservatively compared to the American, although she might not think so herself. She wears a navy lambs-wool sweater and heart-shaped diamante earrings, striped wide-legged trousers and plimsolls. Her skin is paper white. The American…

Back again

So, I’ve been silent for nine months. Well, not quite silent, just quiet, but very busy. Here are a few things that have been happening: I started a Creative Writing PhD. What on? Hmm, still not sure, but it’s fun trying to work it out. While slowly and cautiously venturing into academia, I finished my novel. Again….

A love song

In the afternoon, we lie together in bed. My son is full of cold, but he won’t sleep. His eyes are red, but he won’t let them close. ‘No,’ he says when I ask him again. So I sing to him. A song I have sung to soothe him since he was a baby. ‘All…

Words of wisdom

This week I’m returning to my novel. I’ve been away from it for almost three months. It was critiqued by my writers’ group, then came Christmas, then I got ill, then I wrote a proposal for a PhD. Now, we’re into January, the application has been submitted and I’m starting to crave my imagined world…