What I have learned about remission

I am taking a break from writing brand new blog posts over the summer. Instead of posting new work I … More

It’s not about you, it’s me: on saying goodbye to Twitter

What I want is to – to be present. That’s what I’ve learned. I want to strive for presence, now, … More

Thank you Lord, thank you. Thank you for all the gifts that you have given me today, Thank you for … More

On Literary Envy “Comparison is the thief of joy” –Teddy Roosevelt You wake up one morning. You check in … More

This is the second in a series of Guest Blog Posts that I am hosting this year. More are … More

“A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward … More

I Am Not I I am not I. I am this one walking beside me whom I do not … More

I am delighted to have a new poem, To Spring, published today at Sarah James’s blog, in With You In … More

For those of you who have been enjoying my series of adventures with ‘the book’, here is a free eBook … More

Ordinary morning sounds from outside drift into the room where I am working. Birdsong. A car being parked. The noise … More

‘You looked, didn’t you?’ the book says. ‘What?’ I say. ‘Before you started this.’ ‘What?’ ‘At your stats. You couldn’t … More

The book does not know I have left the house without it. Though it is sunny and warm I have … More

I have given myself the afternoon off. I have sat for hours in good faith at my desk, all in … More

I am watching a particularly bleak episode of Wallander when the book pops its head round the door. It stands … More

‘You don’t have to do this you know.’ The book has appeared out of nowhere, while my back was turned … More

I have not left the house in days. I can hear the book pacing around upstairs, but neither of us … More

It has been a long day. Arriving home late and wanting nothing more than a bath and an early night, … More

The book has vanished. I don’t mean left the house, or popped out to see a friend. I mean vanished. … More