Writing

Someone pinch me…

...I must be dreaming. This can't be happening to me, the girl, and then the woman, whose head was always somewhere different to her body. The girl who wrote stories from the moment she could pick up a pen, spent many years playing with characters that other people had invented and then, in the throes… Continue reading Someone pinch me…

Writing

I think I’ve been left-handed again…and written this book series backwards!

Being a south paw has always had its own peculiar challenges; pens in banks that are on the wrong side, bumping wrists with fellow students in the classroom, now that I'm a teacher no student being able to read my handwriting, ticking 'backwards', turning the page at a right angle, having the bowler shout 'left… Continue reading I think I’ve been left-handed again…and written this book series backwards!