In Spring I visited Bangladesh for a literary conclave. A few weeks afterwards I received an email inviting me to…
The Pain & Passion of a Small Publisher
‘No one will agree with your short list.’ I’m packing up books and notes to head to the judges meeting…
‘We can no longer live together.’ Peirene popped out an hour ago without telling me where she was heading. Now…
‘Don’t!’ I hear Peirene shriek from inside the room. I have just put my hand on the handle, wanting to…
‘Hi,’ I say cheerfully, putting down my bags. I have just come back from my writer’s retreat last week. ‘Hi,’…
‘No one is going to mess with my looks! Do you hear me: I said no one!’ The Nymph is…