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”
The festival has finished, the nights are drawing in, and it is time to reflect upon the sensory overload that has become my go-to excuse for not writing as much as I ought to in August.