Twelve hours or more I am out of the house these days; long days at work and an extensive commute. I arrive home tired, have to shop, cook, iron and so on, deal with rats and leaking roofs and the tax office, and – this week – my son forgetting to turn up to one of his exams, which necessitates more paperwork and cost than you would imagine. I try to squeeze in time to write another chapter of the book, already behind schedule, but luckily with an understanding publisher. Continue reading Having a Dog and Barking Yourself
I remember reading that if you are writing a book, you should remove all but three descriptions of dreams. And then, when you edit, you should remove those. Continue reading A Rose By Any Other Name
I can’t remember where I read this (or I would credit) but there was a woman who was unaware her husband was having an affair. Even though there were signs, she chose – subconsciously – to ignore them. (Oh God, this business of shielding oneself is so fascinating). One day she joined him in the kitchen and suddenly demanded: ‘Who loaded the dishwasher?!’ Continue reading Who Loaded the Dishwasher?
A fully grown and scarily articulate woman says she is turning four. Continue reading Turning 4
Last night they searched our bags as we entered the building, which is unusual when you are going to a movie in a London suburb. Continue reading Mommie Dearest