Thank God for the Autumn
ready to come alive again so I quit my job (in this economy, I KNOW)
The Mermaid's Boudoir
A pick and mix of words and images, not at all consistent but always delicious by the author of 'SUGAR, BABY'.
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On the Importance of Being Pure
I will always maintain that there is a significant difference between being an artist and being a business person.
The Feminine Art of Revenge Book Trailer is here
Hope you love it as much as I do
The Cannes Diaries: glamorous great pretenders descend on the Cote d’Azur to sprinkle empty promises like fairy dust
This May I attended my first Cannes Film Festival with the vague objectives of finding investment for the short film I’ve written and stirring up potential collaborators for my other projects.
An extract reading from The Feminine Art of Revenge
Available to request now on NetGalley
Cannes 2025: The Glamour of Becoming
A visual poem about the undiscovered starlets who flock to Cannes to bask in the unrepeatable glamour of becoming.
Announcing my second novel: The Feminine Art of Revenge + how to win a special edition Advanced Reader Copy
Female rage is unbound in this dark & glamorous tale about a self-created femme fatale
The Moon & Me
Godmother, muse, constant friend. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been infatuated with the moon. She’s been a silent witness to my life, we’ve had conversations together. I like the way she listens quietly, glowing with ancient wisdom. I find her presence comforting. And the moon is definitely a ‘her’. I knew she was a she before I ever got into astrology. Although my
Short Fiction: Indian Creek Drive
He put his fingers on my heart, the middle finger and the index finger. Right on my heart. I’d never been touched by a guy before, least of all there.
The Edge of Seventeen
The night I turned into a star
'I was within and without'
The writer's need for immersion, isolation and an anthropologist's mentality
Bittersweet Sixteen
Reminiscing on the bliss and terror of being a sixteen-year-old girl. Being sixteen was a state of mind. To me - at that time and even now in retrospect - a state of perfection. We were sixteen and it felt like we were stars burning at our brightest. Every year after sixteen we were doomed to dwindle towards extinction.
I'm really a mermaid
'Venus sparkled at us from a peach-coloured sky like a lone diamond'
'We both know that it's not fashionable to love me'
On being a divisive author
Short Fiction: Goodbye, Marigold
Marigold is strange, beautiful and on the run.