The Writer Laid Bare

I love nothing more than curling up with a murder mystery, racing through the pages to unveil the killer. When I became serious about writing a novel, I longed to create that read-until-the-wee-hours experience for others. It took me over …

Why do I do this? What motivates my writing and makes it a necessity? Why do I not only expose myself, my inner-workings, but dream of my work to be read and appreciated?

I ask myself these questions when I …

There is writing that changes the world, or at least changes the world of the person who reads it. Then there’s writing like mine, which, I would hazard, has never prompted any of the above. Before you brace yourself for …

Recently I was on a panel at the Berri Writers Festival where the discussion turned on Cyril Connolly’s famous quote, ‘There is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hall.’ As someone who wrote her …

A slightly modified version of this post was published in The Jewish Independent

Several years ago, way before October 7 and the ensuing Israel-Hamas war, I was having lunch with colleagues from the writing and publishing universe. We …

I’m magnetised by sad stories, and collect them the way I imagine a comedian gathers humorous anecdotes. I offer them up like a depressing form of stand-up to loved ones, who aren’t always appreciative.

In my memoir, Mood: A Memoir …