‘Nearly everything that happens to you in life you forget. Should have kept a journal.’ I came across those words while reading Ian McEwan’s latest novel, ‘Lessons’, and they lifted my mid-winter spirits astronomically. Why? Because keeping a journal is at least one New Year’s Resolution I don’t have to worry about, seeing as I’ve [...]
‘Wow, you all looked so glamorous back then!’ my daughter said to me the other day, with more than a touch of envy. We were browsing through a selection of old photo albums from the late 1980s and early 1990s, and happened to stop at one particularly fetching snapshot: the one I ended up selecting [...]
Don’t you sometimes just want to grab Time by the scruff of its neck and drag it backwards? Yell at it, “Stop moving! Stop running away from me! Hey, I haven’t finished here yet, dammit, I’m only halfway through … WAIT, can’t you let me take a breath before hurtling forwards again?” And how does [...]
Have you ever wondered why the things we can't have are so much more intriguing than the things we can have? Or, more to the point, the people we can or can't have? Why is your average dark mysterious stranger so much more alluring than your average safe, available, decent Joe Blogs just round the [...]
For any writer, the early stage of promoting their hot-off-the-press novel is a heart-in-the mouth period of purgatory. And that's exactly how I'm feeling right now, as INFINITE STRANGER prepares to be released to the public on June 19th. Yep, I'm in purgatory. Will readers like it, won't they? Will you like it, won't you? [...]
Yes I know, it’s already halfway through January, so why am I writing a post about New Year’s resolutions? Well the thing is, at first I’d resolved definitely NOT to make any resolutions this year, just for once, because I never stick to them anyway and they never work out and what’s the bloody point, [...]
Does that ever happen to you? Does the strain of a particular song or a scene in a particular film, or perhaps the atmosphere captured by a particular painting, ever bring a kind of pang to your innermost being? A gush of nostalgia, longing, wishing you could be back there, or still in there, in [...]
Wendy Skorupski 