Category Archives: Writing

Memoir writing that rings a bell

One of the most striking things about the Ty Newydd writing centre is the silence and darkness at night. Light pollution is minimal and the whitewashed stone walls are so think that even a lively breeze rustling the surrounding trees is inaudible once I’m tucked up in my room in Hafoty, the old stable block. So after a demanding but satisfying day of workshops, walking, eating, socialising, reading and possibly even a little writing, nothing keeps me from sleep. Until the rude awaking of the fire alarm.

Taking into account deterioration of various joints, it’s rare nowadays for me to apply to myself the cliché “leaping out of bed”, but this is literally what I do. Instinct kicks in and the combined ear-splitting wail and flashing light bombardment has me out of the door in seconds, slipping into a pair of handy shoes and grabbing my jacket from the hook on the door in one fluid movement.Continue Reading


For years I’ve had a recurring dream.  It’s not the same location every time, but the scenario definitely reflects a theme.  The context varies in fact from places that I recognise to those that I’ve never visited in real life. Often the setting is a mish-mash or an unlikely jumble of incongruous places and faces.Continue ReadingContinue Reading

A smart way to end the year

For someone who claims that a few written words can paint a thousand pictures, I seem to have developed an unhealthy fascination for emojis. Gone are the days of being a borderline technophobe.  Running a writing and proofreading business means I have a well-established professional working relationship with my laptop.  And even before Way BeyondContinue ReadingContinue Reading

Name that writer!

What do you call people who write about classical music? No, it’s not a joke, nor am I searching for a collective noun in the manner of a gaggle of geese or a parliament of owls. Last week I went to an interesting seminar which gave said people the chance to explore issues and skillsContinue ReadingContinue Reading

Turning point

All that’s left under the Christmas tree is a pile of tantalising chocolate boxes. The last visitor’s left, beds have been changed and the laundry’s been done. The new calendar’s ready and it’ll soon be time to settle back into a routine. After enjoying the festivities, I tend to look forward to resuming normality, althoughContinue ReadingContinue Reading

Time for rhyme

Although I don’t write much poetry I thought I’d share one of my concoctions … Happy National Poetry Day! TIME We spend too much time hurrying and when we’re not, we’re worrying that we really should be scurrying instead of standing stillContinue Reading

Just my type

Before getting my first proper job, I took an intensive secretarial course.  Because everyone in my group was a graduate, we were treated as the college’s crème de la crème and given state-of-the-art equipment on which to learn.  Now don’t get too excited: as this was the late 1970s, I’m merely talking electric typewriters asContinue ReadingContinue Reading

Notes and quotes for lunch

If there’s one thing I learned from another visit to the capital at the weekend, it’s that I can write to deadlines when I really need to. Ten strangers plus journalist and commissioning editor Peter Carty assembled in a bare but functional room overlooking a courtyard garden at the Indian YMCA in Fitzrovia.  It wasContinue ReadingContinue Reading

‘Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.’

What a brilliant quote, one of many from a favourite book of mine which I’ve just been re-reading for at least the fourth, probably fifth, maybe sixth time.  As Hollywood gears up for this year’s glitz and glamour tonight, it’s worth remembering that  the film of To Kill a Mockingbird earned Gregory Peck a bestContinue ReadingContinue Reading

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