The Writual of the First Kiss

In a previous post I mentioned going to a talk about being a poet, given by the Royal Society of Literature. It was a fascinating evening — I always feel breathless with excitement when I’m in the company of other writers — perhaps it is the...
When the Words Won’t Come…

When the Words Won’t Come…

I am writing this sitting at my desk in my house-shaped shed, complete with roof tiles made from recycled plastic bottles. Blossom is sparking in the tangle of gardens which spills down the hill.  I can hear birdsong (and builders, shouting).  It should be perfect,...

Silence is….Any Number of Things

Am conscious of deafening silence on blog front this week — put it down to me still being deskless, although that is all about to change as this weekend I’ll be moving fully and completely into my beautiful house-shaped shed. Silence is a rich seam to mine...

Deviating into Deprevate

Ludicrously over excited about release today of my son Jack’s first EP – check out his awesome, massively talented band Deprevate and have a listen to some soaring, pounding rock http://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/deprevate-ep/id510524553Shameless plug over...

Top Ten Writers (Today)

Until my lovely shed is finished I’m hot-desking with my husband — nightmare — I’m tidy and he’s NOT! So for today’s blog, rather than something profound and thought-provoking, I’m having to resort to a list. Here are the ten...
The Autobiography in your Book Shelves

The Autobiography in your Book Shelves

There’s only one Steve left now, doing the snagging – the ten thousand little jobs that need finishing off before the work is done.  It’s a bit like copy editing your book: all your editor’s notes have been minutely attended to and you think...

In Praise of Phrasing

We’ve been listening to Lambchop all weekend and it’s not just Kurt Wagner’s haunting voice, his haunting voice, which I can’t get out of my head, it’s his supple phrasing.  It doesn’t just give texture to his music, it gives it...

Inspiration – It Must be the Sap Starting to Rise….

As time off for good behaviour went to see the inestimable Lambchop play The Fleece in Bristol yesterday. Kurt Wagner took three years off from making music to come to terms with the death of his close friend and collaborator James Vincent Chesnutt and the gig last...

Writing Poetry? Don’t be Poetic

Here’s a very brief thought for the day (I ‘ve been too busy painting my house-shaped shed – lunar landscape blue, if you’re interested). I went to a talk given by the Royal Society of Literature a couple of weeks ago. Lavinia Greenlaw, David...
Try Not to Fill the Creative Space

Try Not to Fill the Creative Space

To the weary and unseeing eye (mine, I’ll admit) my house-shaped shed looks almost exactly the same as it did when I was blogging on February 15… If anything, the sense of chaos is even more pronounced than it was back then… Add to this the fact that...