From the sanctuary of the margins

There are many memorable stories in the real that beg for another life,  that of  fictionalised and immortalised. My memory is initially drawing them as if I am  an eager girl artist with chalk on a pavement. Yet these stories ask for more than a moment and long not to be washed away like chalkContinue reading “From the sanctuary of the margins”

Writing about what compels me to write?

This morning I began to write something about what compels me to write – it turned into something of an essay I was going to put it on my blog- now I am thinking it might suit a journal somewhere so giving it some thought . The essay became a study of writing from theContinue reading “Writing about what compels me to write?”