The urge to purge

We are moving house at the moment. Slowly, over several weeks. It’s odd trying to carry on writing in a sea of chaos, boxes, bubble wrap, and piles of things marked ‘Why did we ever buy this’; ‘Gifts that we hate’; ‘Take to dump immediately’; or ‘To be accidentally-on-purpose lost in transit’ (all Himself’s football…

On writing classes

In this post I want to write about writing classes. They are a new phenomenon for me. For years – I don’t know why – I resisted investing any money in my writing. I went to all manner of other night classes (Spanish, Chinese, philosophy…) but not the one thing I’d always wanted to do…

You will always find me in the library at parties

All this talk of libraries makes me nostalgic. I’m not the only one, it seems – last week my local had a queue ten people deep. Is it a sign that, in fact, we don’t know what we’ve got till it’s gone? Or that in a town where one of our main bookshops just closed…