I rushed home to share my topiary gossip
I cannot remember ever watching for the advent of spring so avidly as I have this year. Every dry day,
the last day of the before
Everyone has lived through their own pandemic, but one entirely common experience is that memory of the last time we
there has to be a better way to write
I don’t know if I should admit this in a public space on the internet, but I’m not
what if you did less work?
I was having a conversation the other day about what I’m working on at the moment and how I
how to do nothing again
I’m in an awkward limbo phase and I don’t like it at all. My Next Big Writing Project™
do you get paid for doing this?
My phone’s usage timer is my harshest critic. When I open the “digital wellness” app where it resides, I
I am my own unreliable narrator
The evening that Facebook, Instagram and WhatsApp were down, I went for a long walk in the torrential rain. The
this life is the best we've ever had
I went to a gig this week. In the horrible new sense of the word “went”, but still.
I watched
things I am doing and things I am not doing
I am not writing a novel. I feel like the wave of “lockdown is the perfect time to realise your
very little has changed and yet so much
I keep thinking about a scene from the first series of The Handmaid’s Tale TV adaptation. It’s a