In 20's and 30's Barcelona, David Martin is a teenager whose father has died, and who works in a newspaper office. When his short stories make the back page, he's launched on a career as a writer of lurid, crowd pleasing fiction, but he has a dream of writing something more literary. While he makes …
Poetry is a funny thing. It's kind of forced on us in school, and becomes something we love or hate, something that bores us to tears or moves us deeply. It's also something that, well, a lot of modern hipsters like to think they're poets, right? Poems are a lot like man-buns, lumberbeards, Mac laptops …
This week I haven't been up to much out in the real world, which has been hard, because it's London Fashion Week, and the BFI is also hosting the London Film Festival right now, so there's loads going on. But no, I have been staying in all this month and working hard. It's Zero Draft …
Continue reading Writing Month, and Helping A Friend Start Her Blog!
Every now and then people will wrinkle an eye brow at me and ask about my accent. They usually guess Canadian, but I'm Australian. It's almost always followed up with questions about why I'm crazy enough to have moved from paradise to London... A week or two ago I wrote a bit about how I …
Continue reading My life as a writer and blogger…and why I hate the phrase “you’re so lucky”.
Ever since I was a little girl I've loved when the post came in. Back home, I used to run to the gate when the postman or postwoman came past with her red bag. I was a lucky kid because my Dad, who lived about 12 hours away, would pretty regularly send my brother and …
Continue reading This Weeks Mood and The Lost Art Of Letter Writing
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