Posts by Julia

Rubbish day’s work

After a 4,000 word corker of a Monday, Tuesday saw no words written at all, because I[…]

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Shunt Lounge: RIP

Last night of Shunt, under London Bridge Station. We are friends with quite a lot of the[…]

On the back boiler

I had a weekend of making notes. Little, tiny notes. I reach a stage with a project[…]

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Hung Over

10 Playwrights respond to the General Election Royal Court at Elephant & Castle This was an evening[…]

Ooh la la

I signed contracts for the Italian and French editions of my novels today. How surreal: someone is[…]

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City of God

2002, Fernando Meirelles, Kátia Lund What a movie – about violence, redemption and survival. What makes a[…]

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The Good Man Jesus and the Scoundrel Christ

by Philip Pullman I loved His Dark Materials when I read them with the children. There were[…]

A Breakthrough, of Sorts

Woke up this morning itching to write, to move my story on. So, instead of nosing round[…]

Bleurgh

I didn’t like what I wrote today. That’s the hardest thing. But I have to keep going,[…]

Tove Jansson, The True Deceiver

It’s Official, part 2

My new VAT certificate came through today, with my new trade classification of Artistic Creation. Beats the[…]