Scrolling through Twitter the other day I noticed a post from a fiction writer asking his followers if 2020 had been their worst year yet. ‘Not even close,’ I thought. It’s true. 2018 will forever be my ‘annus horribillis’, even though ‘horrible’ feels like a massive understatement when describing the loss of your mum, your… Continue reading …resilient


Table covered in soft toys to around 3ft high

Clutter has always jangled my brain. While it's a cliché that some writers can't work until their desk is clear, this is very real for me. Don't get me wrong, my desk is nothing like the one in the picture below and my office is an Aladdin’s cave of pictures, plants and knickknacks, but everything… Continue reading …uncluttered