never knowingly without a pen
This week there has been a lot of weeping - proper weeping of the wet face, snotty-nose, aching chest variety. My daughter has moved out of our home and into a house share in South West London, not that far from where she was born, in fact, although she doesn't remember that, being not quite… Continue reading Proper Weeping
I am fond of writing in bed, by hand, in a notebook, as soon as I wake up. I also like to drift from sofa to chair to sofa, carrying an ever-growing pile of drafts. I sometimes write at our kitchen table but, increasingly, this space has been monopolised by our daughter who's now studying… Continue reading My writing space
Josephine Corcoran 