What is love?

Recently, I’ve been thinking about love. My husband and I went to a wedding. ‘One of the last of the original,’ I said at the reception after a little too much champagne. ‘Next it will be second marriages.’ But the April sun shone down on us with its spring promise. We settled in our pew,…

Changing perspective

Last night my writers’ group critiqued my current novel, or, more precisely, the 50,000 words that I’ve written. It was a good experience. They’re a tough bunch of critics, and I’d prepared myself to be dragged around the carpet and kicked into the corners. I’d submitted an unfinished manuscript, a first draft for F** Sakes. What…