There are very few things that would get me talking about Christmas in October, but Wendy Clarke’s new book of short stories is one of them. Silent Night, (published on 10th October) is her third collection, and it’s a full-on festive feast.
There are very few things that would get me talking about Christmas in October, but Wendy Clarke’s new book of short stories is one of them. Silent Night, (published on 10th October) is her third collection, and it’s a full-on festive feast.
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.