At Midnight

The clock has struck midnight and all is quiet in our neck of the woods. But there was a time, a few years back, a certain small girl (she knows who she is) thought midnight was not a time for sleeping, but singing. It's actually more like a quarter of a century back, and now … Continue reading At Midnight

Crop Circles

We know August by how yellow our bedroom at dawn, how rich the paints nature daubs outside our window - blue slash of sky, ribbons of hedge, poppies, gold flag of corn. Our bedroom eyes this van Gogh view, our window a silent watcher of that instant our eyes never capture when the golden flag … Continue reading Crop Circles

Channeling Chekhov: 4 tips for writing

You know that feeling when your fingers are itching to pick up a pen, or rattle across the keyboard, pouring another creation onto the page? Ideas trip over themselves in your mind and words dance. You've carved out a generous slice of interruption-free time. Your favourite music plays in the background. You've plenty of water … Continue reading Channeling Chekhov: 4 tips for writing