The baby is a year old, and though he is not sleeping through the night, I’m finally starting to feel like my own person again. This littlest one of ours has had the most demanding baby year, or perhaps it has been harder for us all because he has had to slot into the needs […]

Over the last few weeks comments from my novel beta-readers have been trickling in. It’s the first time I’ve been through this process for a long project. Common wisdom says I should collect the responses and read them all at once. This way, it’s easier to get an overarching view of the novel’s reception and […]

It is past midnight. My husband is snoring next to me. He has to wake in four hours to leave for a business trip. He sleeps despite the glow of my laptop and the sound of my fingers darting across the keyboard. I write, warming my cold feet on his calves. It’s one of those […]

This is my first post since being Freshly Pressed and I’m still feeling giddy at all the attention. When I initially received an email from Cheri at WordPress, I had to Google what the term ‘Freshly Pressed’ means. For those of you unfamiliar with it, WordPress essentially picks a handful of posts each day to […]

This post was inspired by @JEdwardPaul, who posted a link to a spoken word piece by Mark Grist called ‘Girls Who Read’. My man and his reading habits The last time my husband read a book we were on honeymoon. That was five years ago. In the intervening years the most I’ve seen him read […]

Like many other families, mine has been touched by depression and eating disorders.  Here are two of the most powerful non-medical descriptions of depression and anorexia I have ever read: ‘Depression is about anger, it is about anxiety, it is about character and heredity. […] It is the illness of identity, it is the illness […]

Some of my earliest memories are of long, joyous hours alone in my bedroom with magical characters and their imaginary worlds.  The first book I fell head over heels in love with was Roald Dahl’s Matilda.  I read indiscriminately as a child, borrowing books from friends and libraries and secretly from my mother’s bedside cabinet.  […]