I first met Margaret Mahy when I was working in the shop in the old National Museum, Buckle Street. I met her in The Haunting, then, the very next day, in The Changeover. I was too old to have read Margaret’s picture books as a child, and I sometimes think what it would have been . . . → Read More: Margaret Mahy, Hero
I thought it might be easiest just to post the lovely photo of Mum from her order of service (it’s on my facebook). But then I wrote this.
Over the past few years it’s been family, friends, and fiction for me. They were all a challenge, and all sustained me. I want to write a . . . → Read More: In purgatory stories are street lamps (1)