How it all started

In my previous blog I wrote about why I love words. Today I want to tell you how that love came about. On long, cold, winter weekends in north-west England — Blackpool, to be precise — my mother would work through a book called “First Aid in English” with me. It was...

Why writing excites me

Writing tickles my fancy because I love words. Words fascinate me. Endlessly. They look static and colourless, but they have a rich life of their own. When I’m writing I’ll choose a word that’s perfect for the context — meaning, alliteration, rhyme, etc. — and it will...