The Letter that never comes

I’ve been stalking my postman.  As soon as I hear him outside, I race the dog to the front door, half-dressed, extending my hand into his face. Over pints at the pub with his mates, the postman probably tells them about the scary woman who waits for the letter that never comes. This …

Dream a little dream

I’ve been trying not to think about the novel, working on a dream blog instead. Part real, part creative, it is a platform where I can create little wispy observations and stories that read as if the voices were coming from 50ft above my head. Largely abstract and experimental, these cloudy …

I grow strange waiting

I realised during lunch the other day that I am waiting for something to happen. This realisation was accompanied by a sense of peaceful tranquillity that wafted over me as I unwrapped my sandwich.  So why am I waiting and what precisely am I waiting for? Waiting is so unlike …

Mr Wolf Clean-up Man

A friend suggested I hire a professional writer to help me with my novel. A few hours soaking up structure with a pro is just what you need to dispel the gloom monsters, he said, handing me the card. Mr Wolf Clean-up Man Despite the recommendation, I’m reluctant to employ …

The Madness of JJ

My intention was to spend a few days finding a 3000 word extract to use for the NW submission. Piece of cake, right? I’ll just do a minor touch-up on a chapter I’ve written for the novel; like air brushing a model. Instead, I spent my time hyperventilating into a …

The Crunch

I had a tea with a friend the other day, and the conversation turned to the propensity for self-loathing that many writers (including yours truly) are occasionally known for. It was really therapeutic to discuss those crazy, topsy-turvy feelings I’ve been having lately, accepting that drama queen moments are expected when …