It’s been a good long while since I posted a blog about my novel work-in-progress project that’s been bubbling away quietly in the background. The great/excellent/amazing news is that just over three weeks ago, I typed “THE END”. At the end. Having written all the bits between the beginning and the end at least once.Continue reading “Novel update: Project Songbird Draft 1!”
My writing has mostly been not-blog of late, but I’m trying to get back to it; good job I am getting past self-imposed pressure to be the best at everything, now I am no-longer-eligible for 30-under-30 lists!
My parents recently visited the town my granny used to live in, and were bringing back some goods from her house. A result of a little rhyme in a text from dad on the way home, this poem’s a little story about the family moving service we all end up part of at some stage.
I wrote a poem about our little at-home Christmas. I relished the opportunity to give my love a delicious dinner. And I so appreciate his helping hands to wash my pots and pans.
I wrote this short poem, adapted from a scribbled few lines in my journal, for my friend Caits. She’s known me a long time, and has a lot of grace to hold space for my growth.
I’ve been thinking about the challenges of tradition at Christmas, especially considering how the pandemic has changed tradition; here’s a poem about it.
Having recently moved house, I got really familiar with letting agent jargon in Rightmove ads. There are some common euphemisms and strange grammatical constructions (wardrobes to bedrooms, for example).
I review ‘The Calculating Stars’ by Mary Robinette Kowal, a masterclass in alternative history, characterisation and compelling narrative.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, one of the stars of the contemporary African writer world, tackles a narrative of love, race and displacement across continents in Americanah (2013).
Seven days back to writing fitness: a writing experiment set up to get me back in the swing of writing and to make some progress through my novel.