We share the same initials, and a healthy curiosity about other people’s lives, but I am not fit to undo the lid of her fountain pen. I’m speaking of course about the wonderful Maeve Binchy. As a slow reader, easily put off by too many pages, I was a latecomer to the party of books …
Nowhere to Run to Baby, Nowhere to Hide
I realise now that I’ve been telling myself many lies over the years. The chief being that if only I could clear my life of some commitments, I would sit down and dedicate myself to writing. This notion has grown legs over the years, I often visualise myself feverishly stooped over a keyboard, as my …
