Here we are 900 years into lockdown (I am in Scotland, where we’re still working on the basis the extremely contagious virus might spread if we all jump on the bus to the office or invite folk round to do the housework) and I thought I’d better write something about things that are going well – a few pockets of sunshine, if you will. Mainly because my last post was kind of a downer. Continue reading “Pockets of Sunshine”
Well this has been a funny old year hasn’t it. Back in December-January I was feeling cautiously optimistic I was headed back towards some semblance of normality after the weird discombobulation of returning to work after a year off. In February we viewed a flat and ended up making an offer on it: stressful and exciting weeks ahoy! Then there was March. Continue reading “Crash Bang Wallop What A Virus”
Hormones make you pretty crazy when you’re a big fat preggo. In the summer, with a couple of months left to go, I started keeping a list of reasons why I was crying. Some were more legit than others. Here is a list incorporating many of them. Does it count as a list poem? I don’t know. Continue reading “Reasons I Am Crying – A Pregnancy Story”
Summer is here, our garden is a jungle and once again I have read some books. Well la di da. Below is an account of what they were, as well as a roundup of other bits and pieces that occurred in July.
Continue reading “What I’ve Been Reading – July 2019”
On Thursday people on Twitter were losing their minds over one thing and one thing only – Jonathan Franzen’s ten rules for aspiring writers.* I’m not linking, they’re on Lithub if you want a look and included such gems as ‘when information becomes free and universally accessible, voluminous research for a novel is devalued along with it.’ What a legend. Continue reading “Ten Writing Rules For Jonathan Franzens”