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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 [...]
Waving, not drowning
When is not writing actually writing? When it's a raven. (I've been trying to solve that riddle since I was five. It worms its way out at odd moments.) Over the last few months, while [...]
A little vibration at your core
This rather splendid article in the NYT puts its finger on one of the problems of being a modern author - the itty bitty problem of voice. Now that we're not all writing omnisciently [...]
My Fake Aunt Hilary
The first time I read Mantel it was because of my husband’s grandmother. She lives in Glossop, a town on the edge of the peak district, which is the end of the line, but not [...]