Too many choices

I just put my washing machine on and was thinking about how I only ever use one setting. Even if my life depended on it I don’t think I could be bothered finding out what the difference between all the settings is. It made me think about how we have so many pointless choices to…

Glasdrum country

I am having a fabulous visit home to Glasdrum country (Lochaber on the west coast of Scotland), the highlight of which is getting stocked in the new Highland Bookshop on Fort William High Street (http://www.highlandbookshop.com/). It’s so nice to see a new independent bookshop, and what a fabulous selection they have; I’m honoured to be…

18. Memories of Tunisia – Ramadan

This is a continuation of a series of posts which starts here.  Today, 27 May 2017, is the start of Ramadan, and reading tweets about it made me reflect on my experiences of Ramadan in Muslim country. I remember the excitement in the air, the sense that it was a special month. It reminded me of…

One week post-publication

The writing journey continues… it’s been one week since Daughter, Disappeared was published; a dream-come-true week for a new Indie Author! Thank you to everyone who has bought an ebook or ordered a paperback – I’m overwhelmed at the response to my adverts. 113 ebooks were sold in the first week and a further 4,590 pages…

17. Solitude, part two

This post is the seventeenth and final in a series which starts HERE. (December 1998) Every morning I strap my baby to my chest and walk around Sousse. Being winter, many of the Casanova types that cause me so much hassle are not around. I walk to the market to buy fresh vegetables and fish and find that having a…

16. Solitude, part one

This post is the sixteenth and penultimate in a series which starts HERE. (December 1998) When I pass out in the treatment room, with my baby strapped to my front, the pharmacist catches me before I hit the ground. I am not a regular fainter; this is the only time I’ve been unconscious in my life. It’s the…

15. Losing it

 This post is the fifteenth in a series which starts HERE. (August 1998) ‘Hey lady! You wanna make a fuck with me?’ I ignore the moronic young lad and his giggling friends and continue on my way in the sweltering heat. My bump is heavy and I feel weary to the bone. Samir is in prison, I’m managing…