Guest Blog – Writing the Weird by Rosie Garland

  One of my earliest – and happiest memories – is being read to by my grandmother. I curled into her lap as she accomplished the miraculous feat of wrapping her arms around me and holding the book at the same time. Since then I have associated being read to with being hugged. My favourite…

Archway With Words Literary Festival

I was extremely proud to speak on the first day of the Archway With Words Literary Festival. ‘Polish Witches and Black Tudors’ – who could resist? So I’ve graduated from the basement ‘toilet’ (see blogs passim) gig to the pulpit in the heady heights of Archway Methodist Church Hall. All rather inappropriate when you consider…