I shall be absent for a couple of days as I’m going to be Quaking in Bournville at a Quaker study centre called Woodbrooke. It’s an odd thing but I started to write another post yesterday with this same title and it’s completely vanished. Perhaps I’ll find it in a few weeks hiding in the blogosphere equivalent of the back of the drawer. In the meantime I must get my head into quaking mode so au revoir for the present. Keep up the good work. *
*I’m not at all sure what I mean by that
Published by Sarada Gray
I started my first novel, aged 8, in a draughty vicarage, finishing it 14 years later. My first poem emerged on a Sussex beach in 1965, but I didn’t return to poetry until 2007: I’m still trying to find out why.
I have published short stories, poems and reviews and am a recognised performance poet. I’ve been married 21 years and have two children, Holly, 20 and Daniel, 17; but my husband now wants to be known as female. My struggles with this and its effects on my writing, are the springboard for short stories and a radio play.
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