A Tale from Canterbury

Yesterday, in the middle of Britain’s great hurricane, we were creating some drama of our own in a little classroom in Christ Church University, Canterbury.  The lovely and generous poet/academic/soon-to-be-bluechrome-new-author Carolyn Oulton invited me and the...

Not What I Was Going To Write About

I thought I knew what I would write about today.  But no.  After reading my new friend, Cathy’s, blog, I’ve decided to write about Sam.  Briefly.Yesterday was Sam’s birthday.  If he had lived past 5 weeks, he would have been 21 years old.  Over the...

To Pay or Not To Pay

Strangely enough some days have themes.  Yesterday’s was the payment — or more likely — the non-payment of artists for their work. The day began with a big CurvingRoad meeting to discuss the budget and fundraising plans for the play we will soon be...

Mutability

I was asked by “Writing Magazine” to fill out a questionnaire for a new author interview they may be doing about me later this year (yippee!), and one of the questions they asked was about whether I had any especially interesting experiences surrounding...

You Know What They Say About Roses…..

I’m now back from 5 days of bouncing around between lots of time zones.  It does something to your brain — at least it does to mine.  I get lost inside my head and start obsessing about all sorts of things.  This time I found myself obsessively focussing...