Back from the Dead

Back from the Dead

BACK FROM THE DEAD I was quite a morbid child. I was obsessed with the concept of ‘not being’. I wasn’t ‘wanting to be dead’, I was merely amazed by the idea that my intense sense of consciousness could ever simply ‘not be’. I used to shut my eyes, hide under the...
Writing about What You Don’t Know

Writing about What You Don’t Know

WRITING ABOUT WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW New writers are often advised to ‘write what you know’. Which I totally did for my first novel THE DAUGHTER, setting it in North London where I live, and featuring a self-doubting protagonist, who was eerily like me! But for my...
Lying Comes Frighteningly Easy To Me

Lying Comes Frighteningly Easy To Me

Lying comes frighteningly easy to me ‘Hi, I’m interested in buying the house backing onto Highgate Woods on your website,’ I announced into the phone, projecting all the confidence I could muster. ‘Wonderful, shall we book in an appointment for a viewing?’ said the...
Bitter Quince

Bitter Quince

Bitter Quince In the summer 2018, I hated the quince tree in my front garden.  And I mean, properly detested it.  I would look out of my study window and stare at it with such loathing that I thought my evil thoughts would singe the leaves, blacken the trunk and set...