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Writing Home Takes on New Meaning Every Day
I've experienced the concept of ‘home’ in so many varied ways recently I’m starting to think my ‘Write Home’ brand may be taking over my...
Hiraeth, War and Unexpected Exmoor Refugees
Just when you think things can’t get crazier in this old world of ours, another zinger out of left field clocks you up the side of the...
Life in ‘What The Actual Heck?’ Territory
June sees the United Kingdom coming down off the highs of the Platinum Jubilee celebrations. No matter your views of the Monarchy, seventy...
Queens, Jubilees and Bunting: The Joys of Home
I’ll be hanging bunting on the second anniversary of my return to England. And possibly crying. Blame it on Queen Elizabeth, an ancient priest, and hiraeth.
Crazy Elections, Buzzwords, and Finding Me
There’s always something coming down the pike that throws me for a loop. Here’s my latest battle.
Editing Books and Gardens
Last week I received The Email. Yes, THAT email. The one from the editor that filled me with both crippling anxiety and spine-tingling...
I’ve Had Enough February, Both On and Off Exmoor
I’ve had enough of February, 2022. Mostly my own fault; but not all of it.
A What Bath? The Day I Met the Gongs.
Another session of writing late into the evening. February 21st - the date the editor expects my latest novel - is barrelling down the...