This time of year is usually focused on presents and parties. And if you’re more of an introverted bookworm, it can be a bit overwhelming. But if the past few years have taught us anything, it’s that there’s more to… Continue Reading →
Writers spend a great deal of time inside their own heads. They create tales, they grow characters, shape themes and build, bit by bit, their own worlds. Oh they may appear to be set in the world you see but… Continue Reading →
I’ve been waiting to visit this one for ages. North of Oxford, in a busy suburb, is a smallish graveyard called Wolvercote Cemetery. It’s an unlikely final resting place for arguably one of the most influential fantasy writers who ever… Continue Reading →
I already shared this on my Instagram (and if you didn’t know I was on there, please pop over and see me), but for I love it so much I’m putting it on here too. Ta-da! I even tried a… Continue Reading →
This is not a thought. It is a spiked ball that rolls restless and pin-pricksdowneachvertebratill it lodgesand waits,for sleep, for sober, for silence, then pierces soone byone byonemore pour in. A dam breaks with neglect, so too this vessel,fit to… Continue Reading →
A good writer has to be a big reader. But I think a good writer also needs to get comfortable with the sound of their own voice. Yes, you need to start reading out loud. But why? I hear you… Continue Reading →
If you’re going to visit a library, why not start with the top of the pile? The British Library in London runs daily behind-the-scenes tours lasting 60 minutes and costing just £10 (£8 if you’re a member) – bargain! The… Continue Reading →
If you’re a regular reader you’ll know I’ve visited a lot of places in the UK, and occasionally abroad, with links to famous writers. But I’ve also got some literary connections much closer to home that I thought I’d share… Continue Reading →
One of the earliest posts I did was ab0ut my five favourite books. The list varies depending on my mood but one that’s always there is Microserfs by Douglas Coupland. I call it my comfort book. I read it when… Continue Reading →
Sat by a pool Walked A LOT. I mean a lot. We somehow decided that we’d get 10,000 steps in even though we were, you know, ON HOLIDAY. When I say “we decided” I mean I reluctantly went along with… Continue Reading →
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