Working hard, thinking hard, hard times.
Friday, 8 January 2021
These are hard times. Hard to keep a focus on work when it seems that so much is threatened. So many people are suffering such huge loss. My friends who work in the NHS are struggling to keep heads above water. It's been almost a year now, of isolation. I really feel for musicians, whose lives are wrapped around performance. And meanwhile, in America.....
And I try to focus on the beautiful things…
Working, walking, stone, gold, light and rainbows.
Friday, 1 January 2021
It's growing dark. Rain is singing on the roof. The chimney sweep came, so I've a log fire burning, and soon I wish to sit beside it and read into the evening. The house is quiet with sleeping creatures.
I've been painting, working my way tentatively back into work. An idea has grown for a new pledge point as Feather, Leaf, Bark & Stone shapeshifts towards completion. I am making small pieces…
The Evolution of a Book
Thursday, 31 December 2020
The special edition of The Unwinding is in the post at the moment, travelling to the winner of the draw. It will live in the Netherlands, and I cannot tell you how disappointed I was to have to fill in a customs slip for it as its journey will cross into our 'new' relationship with Europe.
These are hard times we are living through. I was supposed to be working next week with the Spellsongs group…
Something for Christmas
Saturday, 26 December 2020
As the storm rages outside here's something to listen to. Robert Macfarlane and I were invited on to Backlisted Podcast to talk about The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper. I've had a wonderful few weeks lost in these five books that make up the sequence. Now the pocast is live. So get a cuppa and settle in by the fire, because, outside, the dark is rising.
For Christmas I was given a copy of Piranesi…
Monday, 21 December 2020
The best way for me to say thank you to all of you who have given your support to this book is to continue to work to make it the best it can be.
In the last week The Space Between has moved from 88% funded to 104%, ensuring publication.
This book is such an unusual creature. It doesn't contain the kind of images that I am recognized by. The words have become images. It is quiet, contemplative…
Some weeks are harder than others.
Saturday, 12 December 2020
This week has not been easy. Why? So many reasons, not least being the realisation of the permanence of death. It's always there. It doesn't go away. There is no re-run. Trying to work through a year of coming to terms with loss, well, it's hard. The weather inside my head this week has been a fierce, harsh storm, but through it all I have been moving slowly, trying ( and failing a bit) to be kind…
The organic growth of a book
Sunday, 8 November 2020
I am lucky enough to be working with a publisher who is open to the movement of a book. At the beginning of a project you present one thing, but in the making of it the book begins to change, turn in new directions. It's part of the joy of working with Unbound.
So, this book began with random typings onto gold leaf fragments, and now has moved to looking for other things on which to type. Including…
Finding peace in the spaces between
Monday, 26 October 2020
Days are spent in quiet reading by fireside, walking with dogs and painting. And thinking and playing. And while lockdown suits my soul I am well aware that it isn't the same for others. I've friends with shops who have stocked for half term only to find themselves closed. Solva Woollen Mill have copies of all my books in print, signed, as well as beautiful rugs and woollen items and also, oh my,…
Day to day: an invitation to join me, from a distance.
Saturday, 17 October 2020
For a while I wandered the land, but now I am home again. There's a peace to be found here. I'm settling to work, though still busy with events, mostly would around the launch of The Lost Spells in the UK and in USA. Our next event is with Ottawa International Writer's Festival, 25th October and will be at 2pm Canadian time which I think is 7 pm BST. Robert Macfarlane and I will be talking about…
Thursday, 24 September 2020
This time last year I was in Dulverton. My dad had just come out of hospital, but was frail. I was about to do an event with Number Seven to launch The House Without Windows. I was tired, worried, and had one painting left to do for The Unwinding.
Back in Dulverton again, because I was supposed to be doing an event with Robert Macfarlane in Dunster, for The Lost Spells, because I wanted to round…
Welcome to the Space Between.
Monday, 31 August 2020
How do we begin?
I wanted to make the first update today. Waking in the night, feeling good, then a dream of my father knocked me for six on second waking. Beautiful to feel so close. Sad to feel so far away, separated by death.
Outside the air was cold autumn, sharp, sun rising, birds singing. Light, bright, cats in the kitchen.
I'm away from home tomorrow and too many things to do…