Previously, I’d imagined Writer’s block was an empty loft. Nothing there but pigeon shit and echoes It’s not though. It is stuffed, rammed, jammed and bloody well bunged up. Like a colon after Christmas. Too much feasting on the fabulous Bingeing. Masticating and swallowing. Until All at once Immobile, There’s belly ache and belching. […]
The Dust That Falls From Dreams by Louis de Bernieres and other books to make you cry.
Menopause: A manifesto
Things I’ve learned from my children – the party version
It’s party time. Another rite of passage lately – the teenage party. The campaign began months before, a subtle and effective manoeuvring of the notion from a slight suggestion to an in-the-calendar fact. I tried to think of a reason to say no, but there really wasn’t one. The teen in question and his friends […]
How can you cure a rising inflection?
And that is a question. It has a question mark at the end, giving it permission to rise when spoken. However, it’s getting confusing so many speakers seem unclear about whether they need an answer so let their voices pop upwards. Now, apparently, our young are all in the grip of a serious affliction… the […]