Writing Fiction

  • The Novel

    Two years ago, before the universe exploded everything around me, I began two very writerly things. One thing was this blog (and what an absolute gift this place has been to me. Writing and a beautiful little band of friends… Continue reading

  • The Lolly Shop on Hope Street

    The little boy followed the balloon through the Summer streets. He knew nothing of the balloon except that it was red and tied with a glistening blue string: and that he must follow it, wherever the wind might float it.… Continue reading

  • What Matters Most

    I’ve been loving the chance to melt into human stories again. And music. My goodness, how it feels to connect to that deeper place within and melt into the sweet symphony of another. These past few months have seen me… Continue reading

  • Lavender

    They used to meet in the meadow and gather lavender. How sweet it was to raise their faces and breathe. How sweet it was, just to be. Side by side. Alive.   Continue reading

  • Shining Humans

    ‘Hello, Moon,’ said Sun, as he watched her rise above the sea to meet him in the orange sky. ‘Hello, dear Sun. Must we always meet like this? I’d rather hoped we might run, today.’ Sun looked at Moon and… Continue reading