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…

A good life

Sometimes I’m sure that my cat thanks me. He is so dark that when he’s in shadow, all I can see are his eyes, and I know from the way he looks at me, then rests his eyelids, that he is thanking me for the life he now has. He was a stud cat for…

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…

Mad head. Sore back

It was my daughter’s birthday this week, which coincided, as with any week, with a lot of homework, and her mother on a deadline. That last bit is not so usual, although I do spend much of my working time in a state of panic at how much I’ve got to do, and how little…

Why being a writer is bad for your health

1. Sit arse on chair and don’t get up. 2. Frown lots. 3. Drink too much coffee and eat too much cheese. 4. Go back to the kitchen and make another piece of toast. 5. Editing is more interesting with a glass of wine. 6. It takes years to finish a bloody book – I…