Poem inspired by Ronda

I am not a naturalist have never written about plants or flowers or how the sun looks o’er barley I am angles and concrete, uncalculated space and infinity I write of men made of plastic and eggplant caffeine addiction and how the perfect pair of shoes is as gorgeous as …

Be my Prince

It is safe to say I am past the stage of being infatuated by temperamental musicians, but Prince: strange, artistic, talented, egotistical, lewd, misunderstood and naughty, is no ordinary man/musician. I managed to get tickets to his September sold out gig in London (swoon) and I can’t wait. I know …

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. …

Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt…

RIP Kurt Vonnegut, may your next life be filled with less pain, grief and wars. Maybe you won’t even have to write, content to fish peacefully in a lake, or just sit in a little boat and let the sun do its thing. “All time is all time. It does …

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, …

Greetings from Espana

Greetings from the mountains of Gaucin! It is so green and high up here, it reminds me a little of Bolivia. We are in the middle of nowhere, beautiful little white town, population 1500. Lots of little bars and cafes, hardly any tourists, everyone speaks Spanish; even the hippie expats …

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 …