Still
A wise old story teller told me that being a writer is like being a mother; once it’s happened you are always that even though you may do other things. If you’ve been reading my posts for a while, you’ll know I go on a bit about Neil Gaiman’s analogy of the Map and the…
What’s making it to the shelf?
I thought I’d shake things up this month with my report on what I have been reading and writing. Instead of a few words on Facebook, a whole blog post. I need to work thoughts out. In June, I took a good hard look at my GoodReads shelves. Not many Black authors. Though I do…
Flora
On the surface, it might not have looked like much was growing in my book garden in 2019. But I was busy tilling, mulching, sowing seeds — which like many of my veggie seedlings, felt like they either rotted and got eaten by vermin… They went back into the soil, as …ahem… manure. I cast…
A Maze of Feelings and Feedback
Warning: here be bad metaphors and analogies. I haven’t written a blog post in years. But I woke with the urge to talk feelings and critical feedback. How I cannot write alone. How I get lost. How even the dead-ends are paths to the heart of the story. Most of my manuscripts, apart from the…
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