The Gritty Truth About Writing
It was a Saturday night. My head was thumping and my eyes were sore. My entire body ached – especially my shoulders, which were knotted tight. How much longer will…
Read MoreIt was a Saturday night. My head was thumping and my eyes were sore. My entire body ached – especially my shoulders, which were knotted tight. How much longer will…
Read More‘How come I never get invited round to your house for tea?’ my friend Jane asked one day as we embarked upon another epic game of French skipping in the school…
Read MoreYesterday, I met a friend for lunch in my favourite part of London … Southbank. For those of you who aren’t familiar with it, London’s Southbank is a colourful, vibrant…
Read MoreI’ve been thinking a lot recently about the power of words. More specifically, the power of words to hurt. There’s a saying from my childhood that has always annoyed the…
Read MoreIs it raining where you are? Is January doing her worst? Is it gloomy and dark and cold and uninspiring? Is Donald Trump about to become ‘leader of the free…
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