In 2004 I self-published What About the Potency? a homeopathic text book. Having taken two days away from my homeopathic practice to work on it, I continued writing on those two days long after I’d finished that project
Turning my hand at fiction, my novella, The Subtle Art of Healing, about a visual artist who is having an affair with her sister’s husband, was a joy to write. It included an Amisesque cameo role for myself amongst those pages, and much to my complete surprise was long listed for a small prize.
‘I’ve been there myself, so I understand how you feel about your brother, I do.’
‘I’m nothing like you,’ my daughter said, visibly offended.
I turned my head away and looked back towards her out of the corner of my eye.
‘No, Mum,’ she said. ‘Whatever you may think.’
We were having lunch at Sapporo’s delicatessen in the Broadway. She blew a hurricane at the bubbles in her cappuccino. I dipped a chamomile teabag gingerly into a glass of hot water. She ordered lasagne. I ordered a Caesar salad without the cheese. She put another teaspoon of suga...
I am an explorer of worlds both internal and external, it is my natural inclination. I am also a writer. Sitting at home on a dull afternoon with three novels that are expressions of themes I have wanted to explore, now sitting like little crones, smiling and fully formed on the bookshelf in my mind, I wonder what’s next.
It’s been a while since I’ve been able to settle down to a new project. I have started to worm my way into two possible stories. One set in 2040. The other, an exploration of my teenage fears. Projections both forward and back, b...