At this slightly chaotic and twinkly time of year, I am studiously ignoring my pile of unwritten Christmas cards (sorry everyone) as I attempt to complete the planning and plotting of my second novel. Finding myself at this early stage of the process again, has brought me back into close contact with that half-forgotten weight…
Category: Prose
‘Waking’: Inspirations
——————————————- Abridged excerpt from ‘Waking’ – ‘Do I know you?’ ‘I saw you outside the pub the other day.’ ‘I know. I meant from before then.’ ‘I moved here recently. Maybe you’ve just seen me around.’ ‘Before that.’ He smiled. ‘Before here.’ He swung his hand around through the air, his fingers making circles in…
Wait, where’s my filter?
In the wake of the EU Referendum devastation, I have a sinking suspicion that our perception of the world we live in is horribly distorted, fed entirely through our own filters. Social media may be dividing us further, not bringing us together. For me, and all of my friends and colleagues, the last few days have…
About Women, by Men.
Unfashionably late to the feminist debate. For some reason, I grew up believing feminist activism to be a dated irrelevance, an attention-seeking anachronism in our balanced and equal UK society. Many of the most prominent feminists I remember reading or listening to when I was younger, all came across as bitter and aggressive, petty separatists…
The Articulate Clamour
Are we all still living in Babel? About four years ago, I had a conversation with my Mum that sparked an internal discussion I have been ruminating on ever since. I wanted to write about it immediately, but somehow got lost in the puzzle, mistakenly believing that I should find a neat solution, a…