lost in the library
I hate moving house. Everyone hates moving house, I know, but I particularly hate it. I think it’s the packing. And the moving. More than this, it’s the books. I Continue reading
all human life is here: reasons not to discuss writing with your friends, part seventy in an ongoing series
My mate, “Are you going to put (alludes to recent date) in your book?” Me (huffily): “No. I told you; it’s not an autobiography. And anyway, it’s supposed to be Continue reading
if language were liquid: on new words and ways of writing
The keen eyed amongst you may have observed that it’s been a while since I regularly updated this site. I can’t pretend anyone’s been begging me to get back on Continue reading
telling stories
I recently discovered a lovely Tumblr called “the great untold,” which is a collection of opening lines from the greatest tales never told. It reminded me of a story a Continue reading
you know you are a dreamer…
I had a funny dream last night. I know this is a socially unacceptable opening gambit (unless the dreamer reveals they dreamt of having sex with their interlocutor), but it Continue reading
how to understand what women want
My response to Mark Pollard’s piece on getting a man to open up – apologies for the crass generalisations and largely hetero bias. Some of my best friends are men, Continue reading
What are words worth?
I idly suggested a few of my favourite words on Twitter the other day, and because i needed a mental health break from a very left brain sort of day, Continue reading
