2. Trusting My Voice

2. Trusting My Voice

I think I've learnt to do this. Finally. When I started writing, I was embarrassed to show my ignorance, so I tried to sound literary. I’ll show you: ‘The mountain rose out of the horizon and watched over and nourished the district, like a good mother. She sent the...

1. Toss the Plan

1. Toss the Plan

Yes, I have a first draft. It’s complete – well, as complete as a first draft can be. It’s printed and sitting on the desk next to me: a pile of A4 paper that looks nothing like a novel. I've learnt a lot from writing this draft. Practical things, like how to use...

Proud Mum

Proud Mum

Every now and then your kids do something that makes you proud: they spontaneously put their dishes in the dishwasher after dinner, or take their school uniform out of their bag on Friday night instead of leaving it there all weekend and pulling it out, creased...

On Squares and Pegs

On Squares and Pegs

Oh, to be round and able to fit into that hole that society has for us. Round is neat and smooth and I’m surrounded by round pegs everywhere I look—at my kids’ schools, my old work colleagues, when I go to the shops. People who can slip into the peg holes society...

In Memory of My Father

In Memory of My Father

It is one year today since my father passed away. He had Alzheimer’s and over the preceding year I’d watched his brain and body decline. The day before he died, I walked into his room at the nursing home and did a double take: I thought I was too late. He was lying on...

Coming Out

Coming Out

  Okay, I've decided it's about time I came out and told everyone that I write. There, I've said it. I'll even say it again: I write. That must make me a writer, although I feel fraudulent saying that. It feels strange, embarrassing even. Like...