This blog previously appeared on my Newcastle blog, Prodigal Geordie “Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colours. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same […]
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I am alone in a hotel room, bleeding, and I’m pretty sure I’ve just made the worst mistake of my life. OK, that’s a bit melodramatic, but I’m a writer. I love a killer opening line. But the truth is, this time last year, there were plenty of moments that felt just like that. Because […]
I never really thought I’d come home. It wasn’t in the long-term plan – I have no long-term plans – or part of some well-thought out strategy. Like pretty much every other major decision I have ever made, it was the same combination of part-whim, part over-reaction to circumstances that has shaped so much of […]
This was originally posted on my new blog about coming home, but I thought some of the topics covered were relevant to this blog: the risk and reward of change, creative and personal self-doubt, and having to sometimes just leap and hope. I have been in Newcastle almost a month now. While I have, on the […]
So, as some of you will know, I am in the process of moving back to Newcastle right now (see my new blog, Prodigal Geordie, for updates). It’s been an interesting, if not always easy process, and one that has thrown up some emotional issues. Is it an admission of failure – that I can’t […]
I have been on the move for most of the last few weeks, as I (hopefully) await all the paperwork on my new flat going through. It’s been an unsettling time, and I haven’t always been able to write, which has been frustrating, as my time has been focused on paid work, house hunting and […]
