I've finally found a partner I can trust. Not in the sense that he won't spill my secrets--he wouldn't, but that's almost beside the point. Not in the sense that I don't fear for my safety when I'm with him--I don't, but then I've never really worried about that with anybody else either.

On Tuesday this week, I felt like a proud godparent. Two talented writers that I've been working with (and 13 others, that I haven't!) launched their anthology, Writes of Passage. I stood in Foyles Charing Cross with a glass of white wine, a label on my front declaring me to be a tutor and...

I see it all too often, on the writer’s forums I frequent, on blogs, on twitter, and even at my real life writers group – aspiring authors who have written their first book –  who love every word, and can’t let it go – despite the piles of rejection slips that they are accumulating. They...

Turning into my street yesterday evening after another stressed-out day, and there's a body sprawled across my path. At first look it's a pile of clothes, but no, there really is a human being inside.

Even in London, you don't just step over a body on your way home (*).

What to do...

Fair Warning: Opinion & Old-School Reflection

For the past few weeks between rewriting, I've been watching the antics of a group of motley trolls inhabiting some of the Amazon discussion forums. The bells, jingle caps and turned toe shoes really get me, every time. My special...

I think I'm being followed.

It's never happened before and has triggered palpitations on an unprecedented scale. I've also had to make an extra visit to the bottle bank.

By yesterday afternoon I was so jittery I wobbled my bike into Pru's gatepost on my way back from Tesco's. Only...

Someone asked me why this blog is titled ‘Boneland’.

There are several answers.