I’ve just finished Rachel Joyce’s novel, The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry. It’s one of those rare books that lingers in the...

(As with all these posts on writing, this is an exploratory reflection and not a polished piece. I've only included a few links for...

I start the new year with a desire (which is less disciplined, less onerous and less defined than a resolution), to write the book I’ve...

Camber Sands. It's winter and the sunrise is late enough for me to clamber over the dunes to walk on the beach at dawn. At low tide, a...

I awake to a whatsapp from my daughter, with a link to an article in The Guardian about grandmothers. As I read, I’m filled with joy and...