Our internet connection has always been slow but sure, and it’s suited me fine. Recently, however, Dave decided he wanted it superfast, and ...

I’m having a week off from the blog. Except that last time I said I was having a week off, I decided I wanted to blog after all. So…we’ll ju...

After I’d blogged yesterday, the doctor rang to say there’ll be no further action. The lump in my body they found five weeks ago is nothing ...

I owe you a post. I know I owe you a post. I wrote one on Wednesday and then deleted it because I decided it was too political for a politic...

Here’s a quote from Neil Gaiman on what to do when the going gets tough. I’ve shared it with you before, but so what? I like it. When thin...

Have you ever listened to a book programme on the radio and heard Mariella Frostrup asking a Russian writer why he had used Old English and ...

I’ve got all kinds of medical stuff going on at the moment which maybe I’ll tell you about some time. What I will tell you today is that I...

On Saturday I joined other members of Bakewell Quaker Meeting by the river Wye, to hold a one hour silent peace vigil to remember all victim...

I don’t have anything to say today, but I read someone else’s blog post this morning and thought “YES!” Click here to read it.

This is the third day straight of thick foggy fog up our lane in Derbyshire, but in Colorado the skies are bright and clear. Here is Mothe...

The picture on yesterday’s post was taken on Lux’s first visit to England and our house. I wasn’t thinking of her when I wrote the post. I...

Let’s love today, the what we have now, this day, not           today or tomorrow or yesterday, but this passing moment, that wil...

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...