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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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