My mother died seven years ago today. It hit me hard. “She is a procession no one can follow after But be like a little do...

Sometimes the only person you want to talk to isn’t there and never will be there. And the violet dawn and the wind-tossed auburn copper be...

I didn’t get much sleep at the London Screenwriting Festival – not because I was networking all night in the bar, but because my head was ei...

One of the reasons I went to the London Screenwriting Festival (LSF) was to lure a TV executive into considering my screenplay.  The LSF ...

I booked my place on the London Screenwriters Festival in January, but by the time October rolled around I was so nervous about going I was ...

Having a wonderful time! I'll tell you all about it when I get home. Thanks for all your good vibes, they really came through. Woo-hoo! ...

I shan’t be blogging much this coming week. I’m busy preparing my pitch for the London Screenwriters Festival at the end of the week. I’m ho...

I’ll start with the context, as it’s relevant. I’d had a long, draining afternoon at the hospital that had left me feeling tired and fragile...

I walked out of Suffragette this week. I couldn't take the police brutality.  More on this tomorrow as I'm still processing it....

I have a deep vein thrombosis. It doesn’t hurt. The treatment is two pills a day and a made-to-measure elastic popsock. But last week I...

For those of you who were interested in yesterday’s post, you might want to read this article in today’s Guardian .

I just read Grief is the Thing with Feathers by Max Porter. A difficult read for one who doesn’t know Ted Hughes’ Crow , but powerful and m...

It’s National Poetry Day today, so I decided to share with you the poems that have meant the most to me this year. First, with kind permis...

Somewhere in the mucky recesses of our shed, amongst the half empty paint tins, the spare bathroom tiles and the cage the pet rat used to li...

I just heard Judi Dench’s brother reading Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day on Desert Island Discs , and it made me think of my pet pe...

I dreamed about Mary, my friend who died, my Anam Cara. I don't remember the dream, but I do remember the hug.

Sally Howe in Plotting for Beginners liked Chatsworth Farm Shop. I have a love-hate relationship with it because of their response when I f...

I want to explain why I’m quiet this week. I have some health issues that need sorting out, and are being sorted out. I’ll be fine. I’m no...

Here’s the thing. Since I got back from Colorado my sinus troubles have returned (courtesy of the air-con on the plane?) and I’ve been feeli...

Feeling rough. I'll be blogging again next week.

Isaac is usually behind the camera, probably because that's where he's most comfortable. It's hard to get him to say "Chee...

OK. Enough of the maudlin  navel wrinkle-gazing for now. Thank you so much for all your comments, though. It's helpful to know that ot...

I'm feeling a bit exposed because of what I said on the blog yesterday, but I've decided that being honest is important. So I am st...

I come to the States twice a year to see Isaac, Wendy, Lux and Cece. Each time I come, Isaac has a little more grey hair, and the girls are...

I have stepped so far back from struggling to write my pitch that whereas at home I was having nightmares about my mentor visiting me t...