Another year, another…what?

About this time of year I write a round-up of the year. In the past, I’ve celebrated the successes, I’ve made bright plans for the coming year, and I’ve generally been quite upbeat. (I know, hard to believe but I promise you it’s true – occasionally on this journey my cup’s been half full!) 2015... Continue Reading →

Grit, Graft and Paper Diamonds.

Before pressing publish on a new blog, I always go through a series of questions: Q: Am I being honest? A: I’m write fiction, artistic license is my go to. Q: Will I be embarrassed about it retrospectively? A: Occasionally. Often. Probably. Q: Are those reading it now bored of three years moaning and whining... Continue Reading →


Sssshhhh, come here, keep your voice down…. I shouldn’t be here… I mean where I am is okay, I’m atop my fit ball, before my laptop, pen in hand. (Red, Edits, natch). The thing is, I should be in the other word file… the one over there… no, don’t look, Don’t look. It’s…. TERRIFYING. I... Continue Reading →

It’s all allowed.

I think it’s fair to say my writing verges on the dark. I can do amusing, light stuff from time to time, I'm aware of the need to balance but, generally speaking, I’m interested, moved and inspired by the challenges we face in life. I’m not sure if that’s because of my own life, or... Continue Reading →

Yorkshire in my blood.

I have a complex relationship with my home county. Generations of my family are Yorkshire. There’s a smidge of Lincolnshire and a dash of Derbyshire but fundamentally, it’s Yorkshire. And that is where I most identify; Sheffield is my home city, I swear like a Northerner, I say bath not barth and we've often discussed... Continue Reading →

Body Image and me.

Body image. I don’t write about this stuff normally. There are people who do it better. But it has consumed me in recent weeks, I have battled the image I have of myself and its imbalance with that I have of others. Four years ago I started dieting, 3 years ago I hit my target... Continue Reading →

Goodbye Glitter Red Shoes…

I feel a little bit sad. Not, sobbing in a corner, bathing in a vat of gin sad; more ho-hum sad. The kind of sad when your best friend goes home after visiting for a few days and you wish you saw her more often. Why, you ask? (Work with me, people.) Because my novel,... Continue Reading →

Let music be the… oh never mind.

Maya Angelou said: “Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.” Since this is such a clever quote; simple, beautiful and says so much, I won’t attempt to offer you prophetic words on the importance of music or, frankly anything. Trying to compete with... Continue Reading →

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