I’ve been doing a bit of dabbling recently, in my modern version of the seven (or is it nine?) circles of hell - you know: technology, market research, promotion… Well, what didn’t kill me probably has made me stronger and I’ve emerged not only unscathed but with improved pitches, social media, website (and even a bit more confidence in it all) – and a bundle of new services under the WriteRight umbrella. I’ve already written about my take on Writing Courses, and as many people know, I’ve spent the last seven or eight years tutoring creative writing online and face to face - and being a student in others. So with the lovely and very supportive Marianne Wheelaghan taking a break from providing the Edinburgh Online School, I’ve developed my own little cluster of writing programmes. These aren’t group classes – I’m not sure my tech skills will run (yet) to...

Whilst this blog has been concentrating on the writing world,  my heart is never far from Bangladesh, and especially, from Bhola's Children. It's eighteen months now since I was there, but another of our Trustees, Freda Graf, has just returned. I thought I'd share her thoughts here...

I’ve been thinking a lot about love this summer.

All kinds of love. Love in its broadest sense. Love that runs smoothly and love that doesn’t. What love means.

Love Unlimited.

Working (mostly) from home, doing something I love, is a gift; right now, I wouldn’t change it for anything. That word ‘home’, though, should be interpreted as ‘anywhere I can sit with a Kindle or a laptop or a notebook’, and in July, it’s included: trains, planes, a boat, several different towns in a couple of different countries, and a yurt.

I love libraries. They’ve always been one of my life’s givens; wherever I’ve been in the world, I’ve visited a library. Whether it’s plate glass and modern chrome or an old Victorian school house, there’s a sense of familiarity, of safety even, and of something between expectation and excitement. You never know what you’ll find hidden inside this world of books.