Every now and then I’m jolted into action and realise that if I want to call myself a writer, I should do more than do laundry, cook dinner, wash the kitchen surfaces, iron pillowcases and rewax the floors. What follows are excerpts from my brain.
My mother died in February. At the time, the virus that now traps us in our homes was little more than a rumble. Second or third story on the news, rendered insignificant by reports of heavy rain or Boris Johnson’s latest infidelity. We were lucky in many ways. We had the funeral she planned, she […]
How’s your lockdown going? I’m borderline depressed. So I don’t plan on ending my lockdown life … or doing anything with it. I haven’t learned another language or finished work on my next book. Each day, the government issues press briefings; shit sandwiches where the bread is also made of shit. If you go on […]
These are my five reasons not to be cheerful. I share them hoping that by getting them off my chest, depression will lift. And if you recognise how yourself in these words, you’ll feel better too.
The third chapter of my love story for the times in which we live sees Liz at work in a world that changed.
Liz and Nod Hello Man – or Brett as she now knows him to be called – reach the main road. On any other day, four lanes of traffic would rattle towards the city centre. Today, Liz hears bird song. Brett’s grey gimlet eyes narrow. ‘That’s weird,’ he says. Liz snorts. ‘Perhaps all the sensible […]