The Writing Closet

When the Butler and I married nearly six years ago, his three kids still lived with him and his ex-wife hung upside down in a belfry across...

Twice this week, I’ve read that we physically need creativity, play and rest.  Considering that last week, I posited the mental health issu...

Notice the guy in blue plaid. Being a writer can make you feel the most universally unwanted person in the world.   When your friends ...

Two bad tempered deadlines stand outside the window in front of my desk.  Rather than give into intimidation, I went to London for a few d...

A phone conversation with my Irish mother-in-law is like reciting the Nicene Creed during Mass, only with not as much feeling.  No matter ...

I learned a new word this fortnight.  Radicalise.  I haven’t looked the word up, but from its usage in news reports, the definition is, to...

Audience.  Yes, that’s what you expected to hear about this week, wasn’t it.  Well . . . hm.  The creative mind always finds the tangled p...