It's been a long time since I wrote. To be honest, the long lockdown Winter seemed to suck all inspiration away - and I suspect I'm not...

January is slow. There's no doubt about that. No wonder there are so many jokes about the 97 days between December payday and January...

I find December a very strange time of the year - all bleak and bright mixed up in emotions and notions. Here in the UK it is the grim...

I am so pleased to be able to introduce Frank Prem, Australian poet and writer, as my guest blogger. Frank has been a storytelling poet...

It feels a bit bleak right now: here in the UK the weather is grey and cold and we are back in lockdown. The actual rules of lockdown...

Writers are fragile creatures. Easily frightened, those of us tentatively weaving a writing identity fall into two broad categories:...

So this is the thing: at what point are you a writer? I distinctly remember the moment that I learnt to read. The word was `donkey' and...