Ten bad things about me
The ten things that I do wrong. Ten things guaranteed to make you move seats on a bus and cut down on visits.
Ten bad things about me Read More »
The ten things that I do wrong. Ten things guaranteed to make you move seats on a bus and cut down on visits.
Ten bad things about me Read More »
Yesterday was Blue Monday. Officially the most miserable day of the year. I was supposed to feel weary and weighed down with worry. How do I know this? Because that’s what I read online. In the news.
No news is good news – Information overload Read More »
How has your Christmas been? Brighton has been battered by storms. Much wind, much rain and Mr Fanning has gradually given up all hope of ever weatherproofing the foyer of the flat we now (un)affectionately refer to as the money pit.
I’ve had someone offer me their seat on a bus and got over it. I’ve been cornered by an old person and spoken to like an equal – “Not like in our day, eh?”. It took much red wine and sugar therapy, but I got over that too. What I’m struggling with is this week’s discovery of a white eyebrow hair. An inch long one.
The thing you miss most when you start a new job though is a licence to moan. As a writer this is your thing. In your old job you got to huddle round the kettle and whine about how Debbie from Accounts spends half her day on Facebook.
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There are few things that excite me less than raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. These are not a few of my favourite things. Short story compilations are another thing.
Shameless plug for my short story compilation Read More »
The Fannings have reached a bit of a crossroads again. After so long in Amsterdam, it’s proving harder to find the right place to settle back in the UK.
Is it enough to see Sarah Miles in Lidl? Read More »
So what’s going on with the weather then? Don’t judge the writer for this weak opening gambit. I’ve spent almost eight years on the wrong side of the channel and now I’m back in Britain, my aim is to fit back in. To that end, I gather weather talk is essential. For those who don’t know, the Fannings upped their
Brighton Baby – British writer Mo Fanning on moving city Read More »
Enforced family gatherings, gift exchange and a general spirit of goodwill can get to even the most sane. It’s not that you don’t like or even love these people, it’s just that you’ve made a conscious choice not to live with them.
Was Christmas awful? Read More »
I’ve hit a strange crossroads. Part of me wants to write something new, but the stuff I’m churning out feels like a series of detached scenes. The narrative drive isn’t there. I have a notion where I want to take it, but I’m still getting to know the characters.
The snow in Amsterdam Read More »