I’m a Writer

At what point does someone decide, yes, I’m a writer. That’s my job. That’s who I am. Unless someone’s a journalist or has trained in writing as a career, a person will probably think of their ‘day job’ when a new acquaintance asks, what do you do? Because that’s what they mean, isn’t it? What…

No Wriggling out of Radio

When fellow writer and member of Writers Anon, Paul Tobin asked if I minded him putting my name forward for Suzie Grogan’s Talking Books radio show, I said ‘Sure, why not?’  I didn’t think it would come to anything until I got an email from Suzie. I have to confess, I procrastinated about replying.  I’m…

Escaping the Residence

At the end of the tunnel was a darkened shed, its door bolted from inside. A storm was going on outside and rain was trying to batter through the roof. It lashed over the small structure in waves, driven by a gusting wind which smelled of the sea.  The shed rocked under the assault, but…