So I was invited on a BAME and marginalised voices writing retreat. It was for those who are under-represented in the writing and publishing world. I guess ideally this would never have come about because no one would be on the edges and left out. The reality though is that I am less likely to… Continue reading Writing Retreats and Free Apples
I get nervous all the time. It happens as I sit in my workshop or out when I'm walking, shopping or being with friends. Don't get me wrong there is nothing that has changed except I have friends. Five years ago I would have been hard pushed to name five, now they are everywhere and… Continue reading Nervous
I am super clumsy... I have a condition called dyspraxia and one of it's many quirks is that I can't balance. Not at all. When I was eleven it took my mum six months to teach me how to balance on a bike. We were living in a large town at the time and on… Continue reading Clumsy
It's snowing here in Wales. What does that mean? Well, more accidents than normal. I mean, so far there have been two in a small village not far away and at least one on the coast road. Doesn't sound like much? I suppose if I lived in a large urban area it wouldn't be but I… Continue reading Snow!
That is what I saw on a form I was filling out. Do I? I mean technically I am but to I consider myself disabled? Oh, meet me in the street and you will see nothing. In fact you will probably notice nothing. I don't blame anyone for not. I do not have a neon… Continue reading Do you consider yourself disabled?
I was in the hairdresser today getting a new look; a load of layers that are designed to tame my shaggy hair. So far it is working. But while I was there I started chatting to the receptionist and I found out that the owner and hairdresser is also a dyslexic... That got me thinking.… Continue reading A new look…
"Mum!" The shout went up as the bike wobbled and toppled over, spilling the child onto the floor. There was a moment of silence. "Ow!" "Are you okay?" Mum asked, running over and pulling the bike off her daughter. "Yeah." Came the slow reply, and then. "You let go." It was a statement and in… Continue reading Balance