Wake up, you’re not a student anymore

My Creative Writing MA was extremely enjoyable. I met talented, interesting people, learned a lot,  and wrote my little heart out; striving to surpass myself with every story. I loved the warm, happy, cocoon-like feeling of mutual admiration. And although we were repeatedly warned it would be different once we …

Rain, rain, go away

We’ve returned from sunny Italian fields to floods and torrential rain of the antediluvian variety. Clever viral marketing for the upcoming Evan Almighty film? I even saw an amusing, if scary, headline on a London newspaper kiosk last night: Thames floods: Flee now! Quite biblical. Let’s pause and take stock …

On the subject of connections

This last month has been a record breaking one for reuniting with people from my past. After four (!) people reappeared in my life (two on the same day), I thought seriously for a moment that it was so twilight zone bizarre, it either meant I was fated to die, …

The Trouble with Anna K

Elated joy or overwhelming despair? Which one will it be today, folks? There seems to be no middle ground between the two see-sawing extremes of emotion. I have the feeling I will only start to feel normal again when the book is out and I’ve moved on to other things. …

Lopsided Cherry aka Revision is Hell

It occurred to me the other day that I’m no longer fun. I’ve become incredibly focused, and intense; a little unhappy figure dressed in black, huddled over her laptop, projecting urgency and despair; sucking in anxiety through her cheekbones like a chain smoking existentialist. Exhaling  le monde est totalement merde. …

Rewrites from Hell

Did I think I was immune? Did I fool myself into thinking everything was perfect? Am I finished? Far from it. I look at my stories, they stare back, their arms crossed in defiance, We are fine the way we are, they say. Leave us alone. They look inflated, yellow, …

Twenty nine ways

I finished writing my last story today. Ten stories and 57,000 words in total. Almost a year in the making. I bundled off the last three and sent them to my publisher. Only my poor bewildered dog around to witness the whoop of victory and accompaning happy dance. I am …