One Day in Three Places

This first day of  December, one day in three places, began wet but not quite raining as I left the house to go to Granby. After many years as one of my main working places Granby is now purely social for me, though no less loved. On the first Saturday of most months I go […]

“When I didn’t know what sadness was”

‘When I didn’t know what sadness was, I could afford to be sad.’ Eighty five pages into my current novel, ‘The Seven Sisters’ by Margaret Drabble, that sentence turned up, made me put the book down and go off into a memory of a time I too decided ‘I could afford to be sad.’ ✹ […]

I’m Not Reading Enough: A Confession

I’m not reading enough. Early on a Friday evening I’m sat here at home in the room where I mostly write these blog posts, writing happily. Joni Mitchell’s singing over in the corner. I’d call it ‘in the background’ except it isn’t. Joni’s singing good and loud: ‘The guy at the gas pumps he’s got […]