A Room of One’s Own Revisited

I have a room of my own. The smallest in the house. I can see the garden and the seasons changing in front of my window. Sometimes, all the seasons pass in a single day. There is one bookshelf full of books and pictures line the walls. These pictures have been carefully curated and hung … Continue reading A Room of One’s Own Revisited

Bridging The Gap

Somehow, almost without realising it, a year had passed since Esther left Brennan. In the first six months, Esther applied for numerous research jobs, received countless rejections and battled her total inertia and disinterest in writing academic articles based on fieldwork from a million years ago. On a whim she took up writing poetry. Rhyming … Continue reading Bridging The Gap

On (not) Writing

For Liz Stanley - who was right (sort of).   ‘Remember to write whilst working down there.’ You’re wilting already under her Basilisk stare, ‘Bang out an article whilst you sit on the plane, Bang out more articles you’re halfway to fame’.   For five years you lectured, marked essays and read, But those infamous … Continue reading On (not) Writing