All Things Cornwall

Cornwall was where my first book takes place, based on a hiking trip I took there in 2004. My Book, A Cornish Odyssey, is an autobiographical fiction, in other words, written as a fictional story, but based on real experiences. The character, like me, was an art and...

A Chocolatier Supreme in Hastings

It’s no secret that I like chocolate. And chocolate with coffee is my favourite combination. So when I stumbled upon Coastal Coco in the Queen’s Arcade and met James, it felt like I must have done something right. It was like entering a little corner of...

Visual Work

Here is a link to my visual practice as an artist and filmmaker from 1987-2022. I have always been a story teller, but have focused my stories in visual form before turning my attention to writing in 2009. Click on the link to see this album:...

Signs and Wonders

You might be wondering why my logo is a No U Turn Sign. Well, it’s like this. In 1993 I was living in Vermont, a state that, back then, had two unusual rules. Rule one was that you could never, ever, make a U turn in that state. Under any circumstances. Why they...

Women Writers

I’ve been looking at my bookshelves lately. It’s been many years now that I have culled, curated and obsessed over my bookshelves, collecting those books which spark something in me, a longing, an idea, a connection to the writer. In the past few weeks...

Improv Wisdom

I’ve been reading a book that is one of those that comes along at the right time. I was actually reading another book that came for me at the right time which was called The War of Art by Steven Pressfield. He recommended this book and I decided to look into it....

Why We Write

As writers we spend a lot of time in the seat. Why do we write? I had a wonderful week with a dear friend of mine from California, also a writer, and we spent time discussing this question. After she went back to LA, she sent me these two links:...

The Tattooed Ladies

The first two walked into the little coffeeshop, on this night that it was turned into a pop-up ramen bar. After careful deliberation, they chose a small table at the front window. It was a hot night in August and one woman was wearing coveralls with a minimal top...

One Night in July

July 2022 I was awakened by words. Usually, it’s images that pull me awake, on the screen of my mind–the leftovers of a dream. But this time it was words. Whole sentences were floating past me, and I knew I had to catch them. I got out of bed, and step by step, felt...

Found Mask

It was sitting on a table in the window of a dusty shop among stacks of old paintings. Someone had collected a lot of art in there and like many of the shops on King’s Road, it was a private collection, parts of which were sometimes for sale. These shops were open...