My former professor would not be pleased if she turned over the pages of my copy of David Mamet’s On Directing Film (1991, Penguin, New York). In a conversation, during a walk to the English Faculty on a fine autumn day in 2014 in my first semester at University of Oxford she made it crystal … More Mamet and Me: What I gained from David Mamet’s ‘On Directing Film’
There comes a sense of accomplishment when someone points out, with grace and kindness, a weakness in your life and you go about fixing it. Admittedly, I have come to a serious attempt at a literary life a little late in life; but it was not for a want of trying. I have been an … More Literary Hunger: My First Taste of George Eliot
When you next sit down and find you can’t write or decide you don’t want to write, don’t think ‘writer’s block’ ask yourself: What does my writing need now? What do I need to do to reconnect me to my original story intention? It could be you need to stop and review the direction of … More Agatha Christie and the Rejection of Inertia
I have always enjoyed London Town. Now that I do not work in town, each time I travel from my home on the edge of the Greenbelt, into central London I feel quite excited. I always fall in love with my birth city all over again especially when I go into the heart of her; … More In the Footsteps of Mrs. Dalloway and Virginia Woolf’s Compassion
I first met Marcel Theroux this spring at the Faber Academy. I was in residence on Tuesdays for six months as a student of the novel writing program. During a talk he gave, during one of his writing exercises I penned this about Theroux: He travels He seeks He writes It is a good life … More At Home with Marcel Theroux
Out of the house in my leisure time, behind a camera was pretty much where I lived until my early teens. The camera was my eye on the world. The camera was my way of keeping quiet and concentrating on the world around me and listening to the world inside of me. Listening to that … More Visibility in Transparency
I love the vintage Olivetti advert I chose to accompany this little feature. The look of joy on the face of the girl in the illustration is the type of happy satisfaction I felt when I was a young girl of about nine or ten when I looked at my portable typewriter. It was not a … More Simple Pleasures
This is what I have come to know in the last six years since I returned to my birthplace London after a hiatus overseas for eighteen years. The picture of one’s daily life is made of tiny mosaics: moment-by-moment beats of time and experience that translate into a continuous stream of little images and soundbites. … More Mosaics. Patterns. Vistas.