Books

  • Falling In Love By Lamplight

    I can’t remember the moment I fell in love with books. But I know it was by lamplight. A warm orange flush against the wall. The shadow of a Mum, and a girl, and a book, and a bed. A… Continue reading

  • An Audience With My Writerly Self

    Hello Writerly Me, It’s good to see you! Thanks for coming, by the way. No one else will be attending the party, sadly. Some were too shy to come. The rest: burning the candle at both ends, they said. Too… Continue reading

  • The Wonder of the Muse

    It’s the cool rush of fire shooting down the limbs, filling up the head, the heart, the page. The spirit. The muse, some people call it. But what’s in a name? said the muse, to the writer who sat his desk once upon… Continue reading

  • The Power of Words

    The word peach makes me feel like summer. I love that. Maybe it’s the colour: dappled orangey, yellowy, red—to me, that colour sings. Just like summer. Summer sings. It could also be the many hundreds of peaches I’ve slurped down… Continue reading