Writing about Sri Lanka and other things. Time, Tate Modern 28 September. Watching moving images of faraway places it moves slowly. It has been moving slowly all day. Here in the dark, hidden from the noisy gallery, it is like a cocoon, but what shall I emerge as? I can hear the rumble of the crowds. Is anyone out there even looking at art, or just promenading in. Finally there is calm, qui.

Writing, tea and cake in the heart of Nottingham. Feel free to join me there. Tags writing groups in nottingham.

A guide to the psychotopography of Somerset. Giving names to your topographical prominences is a serious business; you end up spending more time poring over the map than pounding the earth beneath your feet. But here and there .

The diary of a struggling writer. Looks like the lure of the nineteen-eighties has got the better of my alter-ego. Last time I saw her she was slipping guiltily into her bedroom with a canister of Shock Waves. Well, maybe not forgotten, just terrified of rejection again. Dear María Inés de la Cruz. And admiring my own reflection. At the top of her voice, can I? .