Good Mood Friday

Today, I woke up in a good mood. I knew it was a good mood because I know what it feels like to be in a bad mood. ‘Bad Mood’ has been in my head quite a lot recently. The overriding reason I woke in a good mood is because for the first time in…

How do I write?

At home, I write in bed. Propped up by a thousand pillows, I feel as if I’m floating on a dream. I’m often in my dressing gown; my hair a mess. I write in a small orange child’s notebook, or it might be yellow, or blue, with a sticker on the back that says, £1.25….

The lost child

On the Southbank, in among the Carousel with its galloping horses and lurid colours, a woman runs up and down the concrete, calling for her child. I stop and watch as she searches the stairs, the benches, the crowds and faces, examining the same places, but seeing nothing but absence. ‘Louisa,’ she shouts. ‘Louisa.’ But…

Third novel hiatus

Over the past few weeks, I’ve had a bit of a break from writing my novel and I’m finding it hard to get back into it. My head has not been very clear. My kids had an introductory day at their new school yesterday and it went really well. So, maybe my head is clearer…

The open road

I awoke this morning with an image in my mind of a grey motorway opening up before me, never ending; of driving into this nothingness, of silence, emptiness, freedom. I was reminded of The Hours by Michael Cunningham: of his mother-character, Mrs Brown, who takes off one afternoon in her car, leaving her toddler with…