I was in a play last night. That’s a photo of me in rehearsal, which is why there’s a massive telly. In real life we performed in the very beautiful Clandon Woods. Bombshells, by Australian Joanna Murray-Smith is a set of six monologues about women at bombsell moments of their lives. I did two, my … Continue reading Bombshells
It gets a bit much, this writing malarkey. The weight of my own expectations. The need for validation. Blame my childhood. Blame my hormones. Something. When I get like this I retreat into books. The Artist’s Way tells me it’s imperative to have an Artist’s Date with myself. Quite tricky in lockdown, but there’s always … Continue reading New Year’s Eve 2020
George Saunders has a startling mind. It slides off the everyday and shows it slantwise, letting us see ourselves afresh. Saunders, said in The New Yorker recently: ‘What I am trying to do these days, in the story form, is surprise myself - get out beyond my conscious mind and what I already believe and … Continue reading Review: George Saunders
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