Don’t forget to write!

OH yes!” Jean said suddenly. “I knew there was something I meant to ask you, Maureen. “Do you have a really good writing pad?” We were sitting in my conservatory, letting our tummies settle after scof

The precocious poetry of Charlotte Brontë

We have wandered many months through this land of Building Blocks. It is time for a break. Learning is a weary trek. And writing is not all about learning. Writing is about, well, writing. The doing o

Novels, for me, have come from somewhere I wasn’t looking. In my twenties I was carrying an idea about a woman wandering around Ireland on a quest she didn’t understand and I sat in the Reading Room o

We tend to imagine our literary icons in ivory towers – poised, thoughtful, wrapped in something muted and cashmere, tapping away at sleek laptops. Perhaps it’s how you picture yourself when attemptin

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