My own addiction

No Fucker is Coming to Save You

But You Can Save Yourself  There’s a moment from my past that still lives in sharp focus. I was standing in the bathroom at Middlewood, still spiralling from the fallout

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Renovating The Rooms of My Past

  Publishing my book was never just about completing a manuscript. It meant me having to sift through a lifetime of memories, gathering pieces of myself I’d left scattered along

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2024 the year of the book

‘2024, the year of the book’ – This is what Beverly Ward, my fantastic writing coach, wrote in my Christmas card last year. I still have it pinned it on

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