A two year journey. Many moments of thinking I'd fail. Of believing this was too much and beyond my best efforts. 

Who on earth would want to read about some shy little brat from an arse end council estate in the Chalfonts? The timid crip girl who used words to survive Thatcher, prejudice and retaliate against a life not worth living? Who got punked. Who got a best friend. Who got to London. Who…

Hi everybody

I hate apricots – who knew that?

I think that’s enough, though I might sneak another one in later.  I’ve read far too much about how to do social media lately…

Sorry about the lack of Shed life. It’s a swing between work and poor health in the Penny lands. Sometimes it’s more a stagger. Sometimes a bounce. The lack of Shed moments is a consequence – many…

Hello my dear supporters

I admit I'm cheating but crave your understanding. The Pen energy stretches so far and the stubborn unhealing shoulder does not help. Which is to say that I'm sharing my newletter with you below to update you on news and goings on.

I wonder how many of you saw my 11 seconds on The Final (Brexit) Debate on Channel 4, before Paxman did the Hand and moved on to Heseltine…

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The sun is shining again as I write this, it actually looks and feels like spring. Hurrah for that.

 

Life continues in waves of intense writing, frustrating illness, and sudden peaks of activity in which I manage to get outside and meet people. Gasp in shock!

 

I’ve been in the garret working on First in the World Somewhere, and have completed the first draft.…

Happy holidays everyone and huge thanks to new and previous pledgers.

As some of you know, I have a broken shoulder and this is quite an encumbrance for a writer. Voice dication software? Well, let's say that it is not designed for writers of my ilk. It would most likely have trouble with 'ilk', and by the time I've spelt it out 'india, lemur, kilo', my flow will be severly disturb. I leave you…

Happy doesn't describe how I feel today. Bouncy, tired, excited, hyper, impossibly pleased as a pleased Penny can be. The lovely folk at Unbound (and I do believe they are quite lovely, it’s not mere botty licking) launched the campaign to get my memoir First in the World funded.

My days are often, ah, rather varied. More on that another day. And being a night owl means I can be a touch naughty…