For the past week I’ve woken up every night in a cold sweat. It’s not the thought of bills, chores or work that wake me… it’s my novel.
My first memories belong to the surreal landscape of childhood. Cushioned in tenderness, they flicker a blurred reel of mango trees, mud pies and mosquito screens. Occasionally, through the fuzz, concrete moments come into focus. For me, the first of those is the imprint of a rainy afternoon in a library.
Acres of sand greeted me on the morning I woke in Cebu. Arriving on the midnight flight from Hong Kong, my Filipina host and her German husband had collected me from the airport. For three hours our trinity drove north into darkened jungle. But for the occasional village-party exploding wild by the roadside, the tableaus […]
No matter how fluffy the bathrobe or late the check-out the one drawcard that never fails to entice the final digit of my CVC is a hotel with books.
Hi there fellow Write Lifers! Recently I contributed a piece to Elephant Journal and I’m excited to share it with you here. 👇🏻 https://www.elephantjournal.com/now/i-quit-reading-for-a-man/ I received lovely feedback from their editors: Thank you for putting yourself out there and sharing something that could be of benefit to many. This was beautifully written! The piece explores […]