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Antonia
Sometime this year I will be publishing a book of short stories about five types of women. They are fictional except for the first one which is based on an elderly woman who I met in Barcelona some years ago. She died about ten years ago. Antonia was extremely poor. It was the kind of…
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Unsent Letters
My fictionalised memoir has now been published. It is available on Amazon and Waterstone’s catalogue. The biggest secret is your mind. Open it. On her seventieth birthday, Elspeth announces that she is taking time off to travel by herself to Spain, Italy, England and Ireland, all places which have a special significance to her. What she doesn’t tell…
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Who and what do we write for?
I recently translated into Spanish my novella The Last Months of Violet Koski. Both versions in English and Spanish are available on Amazon. This translation was done on the request of some of my Spanish friends who couldn’t read the English version and I am happy that a few copies have reached them. I am…
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The Last Months of Violet Koski
I am happy to announce that my novella The Last Months of Violet Koski has now been published and is available on Amazon.
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Solidarity
I was ill with Covid recently and was fortunate enough to have my son staying with me. As I live by myself, it would have been difficult to manage without his help during the time I was ill. How vulnerable and fragile we are, even though we often don’t like to admit it. This made…
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Ghosting
I came across the relatively new word ‘ghosting’ a few months ago when a friend asked me if I had been ghosted. The question arose because I had told her about a so-called ex-relative/ friend who suddenly gave me the cold shoulder and didn’t answer any of my messages. When I looked up the definition,…
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Early Spring in England
This year the arrival of spring caught me in England. It’s been many years since I experienced the spring equinox in the country of my birth and I enjoyed that shove into the cold stimulating air with undeniable masoquism. Early spring is stark in the UK. There are plenty of daffodils, the last snowdrops, a…
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Nothing to Do
Sometimes I quite desperately want to have nothing to do. I want time to be a little bored, time to watch the slow blossoming of the almond trees, time to quieten this hungry mind that thinks it needs to devour everything it is offered. Most of us are so busy, so saturated by information that…
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Menorca
Menorca and Memory I recently spent a weekend in Menorca. It’s cleaner, greener, quieter and less invaded by tourists and cement than Mallorca. The scenery is less spectacular, less breathtaking than that of Mallorca. There are no mountains, just little hills covered in pine, welcoming mounds dotted all over the countryside. But it was those…
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In Praise of Cats
Thomas I’ve nearly always had a cat, or cats: a succession of Sandys, Freddys, Moixitos, Tommys, Bettys and Friedas, ranging from ginger, chocolate point Siamese, short and long-haired tabbies and panther black. The first childhood cat, a long-haired ginger, inevitably called Sandy and tormented by me pushing him around in my dolls pram wearing dolls…
The words of Heather Smith 