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In-between all the gloom and doom concerning The Virus, the Wall Street Crash, a braincell-defying rush on toilet paper, and day after day of rain and endless greyness, we had a sudden flash of bright sunshine. I rushed to grab my mobile, but by the time I had it in place the moment had more …
Is it too late to say "Happy New Year"? Saying it anyway - and may your 2020 be filled with joy, love and the sort of challenges you truly thrive on. My run-up to the new year was strange. Normally I spend some time rounding up the events of the past twelve months, thinking back …
When I write a book, the characters kind of move in with me. I can't help it - they come to life in my heart and mind and only spill out onto the page when they are good and ready. Luckily, I really like most of them, otherwise this could get a bit tricky!
November didn't go as planned. Lots of things I meant to do didn't even happen because I mashed my foot and broke a toe and was confined to quarters for most of the month. (Don't ask! Something to do with charging around the living room like a lunatic, pretending to be in a dance studio...) …
So let me tell you about writing my first novel, ‘How to Make Your Heart Sing’. When I began writing this story, I had a middle-aged woman with a successful life that no longer made any sense to her, I had an outline of possible locations and I had the first few pages of what …
Wow. I actually managed to ruin three of my autumn/winter jackets at the same time, plus several T-shirts, jeans and sweaters. Our dryer seems to have switched from thermostat-controlled settings to a simple on/off function, with ‘on’ being the equivalent of ‘blow-torch’. As a result, a substantial part of my wardrobe is now doll-size. Which …
I’ve been putting this off – too personal, too close. Then again, I committed to Real & True when I started this blog: uncensored, straight from the heart. So, this is about life without Mum, about grieving, and about the concept of home. Grieving is such a weird process. The poet John Roedel likens it …
Gitta Wolf 