What to say when there aren’t any words

On Easter Saturday morning our alarm went off as usual at 6 am, and I knew something was wrong because my wife didn't turn it off. It took about ten minutes for me to fully register that this was because she was dead. Charlotte had suffered a pulmonary...

Dithering for dummies

I'm writing a book.  You may well know that by now.  It's the most creative and stimulating project I have worked on for several years, and at the same time the most exhausting.  This partly explains why you haven't heard from me on the Blog since before Christmas; it...

Do you suffer from "Sundayitis"?

I used to dread Sunday evenings even more than Monday mornings.  On Sunday from about 4pm onwards I used to get a tight feeling in my stomach, thinking about what the coming week was going to be bring me.  Mondays were better, because then you knew what you were...


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