by matildaleyser | Nov 13, 2023 | In the World
Shit. I didn’t get picked. No invite to the ball. Which means, I must take my own advice from last month. And pick myself. Again. This is the reluctant sequel to last month’s blog. Of course, part of me wishes I’d got picked –...
by matildaleyser | Oct 26, 2023 | On Writing
I am standing in a field, outside a large marquee at a literary festival. I am on in fifteen minutes. The event going on in the marquee right now is an award ceremony: the Primadonna prize 2023 – the lucky winner will get money and representation from a top...
by matildaleyser | Sep 21, 2023 | In the World, To the Heart
Directly outside the home which we will soon be leaving is a hedge – a tangle of hawthorn, holly and blackberry. At present, whenever I open the door the blackberries look at me – the segment of each berry, a shiny dark pupil. I look back at their many...
by matildaleyser | Aug 22, 2023 | In the World, To the Heart
Image by Richard Haughton We are nearly there. But not. Quite. Yet. We have – as anyone who regularly reads these blogs will know – been moving towards moving house for about a year. At long last we are ‘under offer,’ and last...
by matildaleyser | Jul 17, 2023 | In the World, To the Heart
Image by Mika Rosenfeld A surprising number of times a week, I have to tell someone my address, or type it down, enter it on a form – the postcode, the house number. I have to select the county from a dropdown menu. Then scroll through all the countries in the...
