How do you walk in High Heels? Practice

How do you walk in High Heels? Practice/


Earlier this year we had a garden man come to assess the wall that was falling down, which if it did fall down, would let the ground that holds up our house fall away. We were less than keen on this happening. "The problem really is that it has no foundations," he said, "so we'll need [...]

Why aren’t *you* writing?

I've been writing more in the last couple of months than I have done in recent memory (although, to be fair, my memory is absolutely shot thanks to the joys of not sleeping properly for the last seven years so there could have been some really prolific months in there and I wouldn't have a [...]

A Common Spot Of Bother: dealing with endings

I’ve taken to writing short stories lately. Perhaps I should always have been trying to write them, I don’t know, but they suit where I am right now, as a writer, and as a person, and, strike me down for saying so, but I’m enjoying the play again. The story under consideration the last couple [...]

Broken Things

The day before I was due to pack up the car and leave Hay, I went browsing in a little shop I love. I’ve been going in for years, and have bought lots of lovely things. I was very aware of the enormous rucksack on my back, and trying not to break things by spinning [...]

The Long Year of Not Writing

After some deliberation last summer I decided I’d out myself as a writer. The little fella was starting school in September, which meant a whole host of new people to greet and avoid five days a week (I’m not known for my sociability) and the inevitable question, repeated thirty-odd times: “What do you do?” What [...]

The Books by the Bed

My bedside table is much like any other bedside table. It’s wooden, has two drawers, is home to a lamp and a coaster and a photo frame. There are a couple of books on top usually too, perhaps a notebook and pen as well. So far, so so. The floor beside the bedside table? Well, [...]