A waiting game.

A waiting game.

September flew by didn’t it? Midway through the month we got the keys to 361 Aigburth Road and started the ball rolling with our new venture. I mentioned it on Twitter and for the first time in my Twitter history, lots of people noticed and I was inundated with...
End of Summer; Start of Christmas

End of Summer; Start of Christmas

August: It’s been a strange month. The weather has turned autumnal, with random bursts of mediterranean summer followed by crazy tropical storms, like someone keeps turning the weather dial from 0 to 10 and back again, when it should’ve just been on 6 all along. This...
A Shared Universe

A Shared Universe

I’d always had a fluffy, rose-tinted, radial-blurred image in my head of authors: spending a seven hour working day, in front of their keyboard, writing their stories. All day, everyday. I imagined that somehow, they just knew what to write. When I wrote my...
Rejoining the Community After Lockdown

Rejoining the Community After Lockdown

It was Nelson Mandela Day on 18th July and my Mossley Hill Labour colleagues had arranged a litter pick at Otterspool Prom, as part of Mandela67 – an initiative that asks people to volunteer 67 minutes of their time to the community. It felt like the right time...
Learning to Write

Learning to Write

It’s been a month since I finished the first draft of my second novel. I felt strangely bereft when I’d finished. For two months I’d thought about very little other than my two main characters. I’d imagined conversations between them. I’d fallen asleep, planning...