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 Madela 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...
Adjusting to the New Normal

Adjusting to the New Normal

It was Monday 16th March that I last went to work. I cancelled the two knitting groups I had scheduled for Tuesday in Aigburth and, following the Government’s announcement that non-essential social activities should be cancelled, we made the decision to close the kids...
February 2020

February 2020

February was all about launching Mossley Hill Matters. This is really important to me because I want to know what residents think. In the run up to the first meeting I started engaging in conversations on NextDoor and Facebook – in fact it was largely the...