Alice Hart in Russian!

Nearly too excited/thrilled/comatose to form words. But the confirmation email has arrived. It’s real. My novel, about a woman’s journey to own her story, has…

London Book Fair 2017

14th March, 2017. 1.00pm. I’m off to London today for my first London Book Fair, riding the wings of The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart,…

Everyday ‘wunders’: what I’m reading

For the last six months my beautiful friend Myf and I have been reading fairytales together. Except we haven’t been together, I’ve been in Manchester…

A Note for the Anxious Days

You feel the weight of [insert whatever hurts here] before you even open your eyes in the morning. But you give yourself whatever time you…

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 gold of a northern autumn

The wonder of coming from the tropics and living a northern autumn! Crunchy leaves, chilly cheeks, molten light, and cooking with extra cinnamon. Went foraging…

Lightness when you least expect it

This past week in my tiny speck of the universe has been pretty rough. In the words of Chicken Little, the sky’s been falling down. A couple…

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…

Mapping my soul in Amsterdam

I’m home from a mid-week pop-across-the-channel to Amsterdam: it was obviously awful. Horrible autumnal weather. Rubbish company. Hideous little nooks pop up everywhere offering books near-to-free, and…

7 years (ii)

In October 2009, I met a man with wild hair (unofficial English Royal Treasure), twinkles in his eyes, and jolly dimples. A few days later…