New Year’s Eve 2020

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 →

At what temperature do digital books burn? Asking for a friend.

I feel like a bad mum. I took my son’s phone away. He was reading fantasy books online and I didn’t like it. Wow. Hi my name’s Jackie and I’m a book denier. That doesn’t feel good at all. I learnt to read when I was three. No, really. At least, there was a book … Continue reading At what temperature do digital books burn? Asking for a friend. →