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”
This blog began life as a chronicle of my attempt to write 12 books in 12 months back in Ye Olde Dayes of 2011 (7 years ago, woah there). These days it’s a far more sporadic account of what I’m reading and writing, and other loosely connected topics in that area. Generally speaking, I’ve tried to keep my personal life separate, except when there’s a clear connection (e.g. When Writers Move House). BUT, this year in particular, that has meant I’ve just not really updated very much. Continue reading “Permission to Parent-Blog”
For the past couple of months my partner and I have been going swimming a couple of times a week in a vague attempt to build some sort of core stamina to see us through the coming apocalypse. We generally divide our time between three different pools (depending on the timing and location of various post-work activities). At one of these, we often encounter Competitive Dad. This is a thing inspired by his terrible chat. I hope his poor daughters rebel hard.