Soap Novel begins on Monday 4th January 2016. “My name is Joplin. Don’t laugh, I don’t find it in the least bit funny. If anyone other than my Dad calls me Joplin they risk getting a slap. I like Jo. Or, I should say, I tolerate Jo. Jo is better than ‘lin anyway, which … More Soap Novel is Coming
So is reading it. In books we can find a safe place to explore the world. In Fiction, ideas – idealistic and positive, or tragic and difficult to process – can be present in the characters and settings that the writer creates. To me, that is the power of fiction. In talking therapy (which I advocate) the therapist and … More Writing fiction is the best way I have of asking deeper questions about reality.
PROLOGUE My husband Mike, the foreman, was in an accident at work. His body was reduced to pick-up-sticks in a bag of punctured skin. We survived, eventually. At the hospital, when they said, ‘Give it time,’ I thought they meant his legs, which were useless for months: two stockings of meat he slapped about … More Three Photographs
Late last night as I read in bed I listened to the sound of a sad harmonica being played somewhere near and I felt pieces of myself, the ones that didn’t survive this adventure, rolling comfortably in their graves. The two oyster shells on the dining table remind me of us, washed up here at … More California – Two Years in Two Parts (Part Two)
In spring last year I saw a hummingbird for the first time. She tended to a flower outside the window of the apartment and I watched her, I was still – frightened she would fly away if I moved. I realised in that moment where I was. I had been here for three months by … More California – Two Years in Two Parts (Part One)