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Welcome to the age of the digital readeur

TO AN interesting talk at the Oxford Literary Festival this morning. The three speakers were talking about publishing online and I was especially interested to go as I will be talking about my other blog, SHORTCIRCUIT, at the Vale and

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Milking the maggots

Not to milk the maggots — although what a gift they were — but I did get some interesting responses to my post. Some readers were kind enough to comment on the post right here on the blog, and that’s

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Maggots. The gift that keeps on giving. From my mother-in-law.

My mother-in-law may not have realised it when she gave me maggots for Christmas, but they were just what I needed most in my life. Maggots. Lots of them. All dead. Just before I opened her present, she did warn

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Taking chances

I am quite a cautious person. I like rules. I like to research the rules and then implement them. Teachers love me. But recently I’ve got bored with that and I’ve done a couple of things on instinct. I’ve enjoyed

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What not to do in Poetry Class

Bollocks. Why do I take these risks? I forget that the stakes are quite high in these places and that it matters, or at least it does to me, how I feel when I go out the door. I’m talking

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Me, Usain Bolt, French tarts and the Olympics of Fear

I have always thought of myself as intrepid. Equal to anything. Resilient. A brilliant bouncer-back. A great survivor. Finding myself unhappily between careers, I picked myself up, dusted myself down and thought I’d try my hand as a patissière. Yes.

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DO throw the baby out with the bathwater, or at least ALL his clothes

Once upon a time I threw Standpipe’s clothes out of the window. It was Friday night, we had one child and we were having friends round. I didn’t need help cooking but in my mind I had pencilled him in

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