I haven’t done any work on my novel, but…
It turns out my passport expires in 2028. 2018 was the start date, not the expiry. I knew the form I was filling in felt familiar. Our broadband company are…
Desks, Mr Evaristo and other difficulties with focus.
Yesterday, in the middle of a meeting, my desk fell off the wall, so I’m breaking a rule and writing this in bed. I’m trying to concentrate while my husband…
A pop-up bike shop and a spoilt princess of a novel.
My son has turned the kitchen and conservatory into a bike shop. Grateful he’s out of bed and not torturing his teachers online, I haven’t complained. And the children are…
A turnaround week
I started this week feeling uninspired – one of my least favourite sensations – and have finished with so much in my head I don’t know what to put in…
I need a hobby or a school run.
If lockdown continues much longer, I’ll need a hobby. Writing only counted as one when I had very small children. Anything’s relaxing in comparison to wrangling toddlers. Somebody said, “Becoming…
Not being that wrong and short story link.
For the first four decades of my life, I thought there was something very wrong with me. Then I did a Myers Briggs test and discovered I was an introvert.…
My husband’s perfectionism, a COVID test and short story cover reveal.
This week has been so complex, I don’t know where to start. Home stuff first: It turned out the black cod was part of a five-course Japanese anniversary meal. If…
Dark Milk, Graphic Design Fails and Black Cod.
New blog post: Dark Milk, Graphic Design Fails and Black Cod.
