Everything and nothing

Holy mother of all things sacred and vulnerable: THIS. A snippet of the text my publisher sent me in response to my final edits. I…

Waiting…

April 27 Spring solace. April 30 A long weekend full of the very best big-little things. May 3 I was leaning against the sink, reading.…

Remembrance Day, note to self

1. Get up. Be grateful, be brave, and be kind. Do your work. 2. Do not give up. Humans with hearts the same as yours…

The best review ever

This is Joan, 87-years-old, who always wanted to be a writer but quit school at 10 to help feed her family. She was a pineapple…

7 years (i)

Seven years ago this week I arrived in Manchester. I had big dreams, big PTSD after leaving a physically and psychologically violent man, my life…

The home stretch

I’m on the last bend of the journey before my novel goes out to publishers. The home stretch has looked something like this: 17 September, 2016…

IMAGINE

A little magic can take you a long way. – Roald Dahl. When I’m stuck, I don’t know any other way to move onwards in…

Magic hours: that time I went Brussels to meet my European literary agent

10 things I found/lived/loved in Brussels: 1. There is such a thing in the world as a mobile music box, pushed around on cobblestone streets by a…

Oh, baby: Brussels, here we come

12 months ago: “One day I might go to Brussels to meet my European literary agent, and we’ll Skype my Australian literary agent in Sydney…

Gardens of books, books of gardens

Saturday mornings. Making coffee. Watering plants. Standing at the sink and daydreaming. Remember the seemingly unassuming toadstools or circles of dark grass at the bottom…