what i’ll be reading

I love Fridays. For lots of reasons. Fridays are writing days and let’s-start-slowing-down days and 5pm charcuterie board and wine days. They’re also the day of the week that signals some quality reading time for me. More than the usual snippets of a chapter here and there that I manage during the week. There’s a different quality to reading during the day. On the couch or the day bed. Uninterrupted with a pot of tea or glass of wine. A different feel. It’s a more soothing, rejuvenating, more satisfying experience – at least for me. So,  this is where it’s going to be at for me this weekend:

A Game of Thrones – George R. R. Martin (for some much needed escapism)

Heda Gabbler – Ibsen (research) and

My New Roots: Inspired Plant Based Recipes for Every Season – cook book by Sarah Britton (bit of indulgence – what’s life without good food?)

What’s on your ‘to read’ list?

Happy weekend.

a wintery writer’s retreat



A few weeks ago I was lucky enough to be able to duck off for a few days on a bit of a writer’s retreat. I’d never done this before and – to be honest – was very apprehensive. What if I got there and couldn’t write? What if the place I was staying in was uninspiring? What if it was just an outright bad idea? What if, what if, what if! Thank the writing gods, within the first few minutes of arriving at my wee cottage, all my niggling (and let’s be honest – ridiculous) hypotheticals were well and truly put to rest and I was able to write solidly every day.

The cottage I stayed in is one of three accommodation options at The Baldessin Press in St Andrews. It took me only 40 mins to get there from my inner city residence (!) and it was just divine. Surrounded by trees and veggie gardens and orchards and roos (yep, roos!) you feel like you’re an entire world away from the city. Continue reading

have a cuppa with Capote

I only recently discovered The Paris Review Interviews while working at a bookstore. Like anyone who has worked at a bookstore knows, most of your time ‘working’ is spent plodding along aimlessly whilst at the same time trying to maintain a relatively vertical position (as opposed to a horizontal one on the plush bookstore couch) so as to give the illusion of busyness to potential – seldom actual – customers. I thank the literary gods for this ‘work’ now as it was my key into the most intimate of relationships with some of my most adored and admired authors. Today, I thought I’d share snippets of those relationships with you…

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