Writing about your children: how much is too much on the internet?

I've been thinking so hard about something lately - and gone round in so many circles - that it's squashed my head into a new shape. But I finally made my mind up this weekend, and would welcome your thoughtful discussion. So here goes. For about six months I've been seriously analysing the internet footprint … Continue reading Writing about your children: how much is too much on the internet?

If I were Katniss Everdeen, my day would sound like this

This week I reread The Hunger Games trilogy. In two-and-a-half days. And here's an interesting discovery: you can't swallow fourteen hundred pages that fast without starting to feel like you're the heroine in a book written by Suzanne Collins. Which makes you all present tense, short sentences, heavy on the drama, heavy on the eyebrows … Continue reading If I were Katniss Everdeen, my day would sound like this

I went to India, and found some words

Hey, come back here with me a minute. All the way back here, to October 2008. A strange world, before One Direction, Sherlock and the iPhone 3GS. I've been married six months, a milestone twice over. First, thanks to Timothy's two years in South Africa, we've only just now spent as much time together in … Continue reading I went to India, and found some words

How to blog the real you, whether or not ‘blog’ is a verb

'Yes, self', I said, 'you may write a blog post this evening, on the strict condition that you are done by 10pm. Because, and stop me if you are already aware of this, you are tired enough to be an actual menace to society'. Cue stream-of-consciousness (it's 9.51). Yesterday I led a couple of workshops … Continue reading How to blog the real you, whether or not ‘blog’ is a verb

Reformation, after a fashion

I have been feeling a little bit of a mess this week, and it started with a freckle. No, it started because I am waiting for work to appear (hey, anyone want to pay me to write?) and without it end up feeling like I'm on enforced vacation: dithery, and lazy, and undirected. Then I … Continue reading Reformation, after a fashion

The year of magical thinking

I looked this morning at my 2011 retrospective. So much happened that year - big, tumultuous, never-the-same-again life events - that I could hardly fit it all in one post. But 2012 hasn't been the same: mostly just the growing of a boy, and our normal lives, and a lot of thinking and writing. As … Continue reading The year of magical thinking

A plate of worm spaghetti

I met a boy when I was young, called Charlie. He was shy like I was, and he had a huge, ridiculous family like I did, and neither of us had much money. We just hit it off. And then one day – and I remember this quite distinctly - he found a golden ticket in … Continue reading A plate of worm spaghetti

This is September calling. It’s time to change your life.

You guys, September is in the air. Can you smell it? It smells like freshly sharpened pencils (tm Tom Hanks). A whiff of September is irresistible to me. Eau de New Start. I buy stationery I don't need and embark upon life-improving projects. It's the sort of month where I start feeling like I might want a … Continue reading This is September calling. It’s time to change your life.

Happy (belated) birthday Shakespeare, you beautiful bearded genius

(it was yesterday.) No one did more for this language or this literature than this chap. Whether you're not budging an inch, not sleeping a wink, finding method in your madness, protesting too much, giving your kingdom for a horse, wondering what's in a name or having greatness thrust upon you, you owe Shakespeare for doing … Continue reading Happy (belated) birthday Shakespeare, you beautiful bearded genius