My Writing

Deleted scenes from the cutting room floor: an extract from Sisterwives On the night of my birthday, Libby and Finn cook dinner.  They decorate the apartment with hundreds of lights, tiny glass flowers that illuminate the corners and dark places.  There are candles on the table, too, and I try not to think of that last […]

Deleted scenes from the cutting room floor: an extract from Sisterwives All the long way from Aroer on a train.  The man beside me kept falling asleep, his head nodding towards my shoulder and I was trapped between him and the  window.  The intimacy of it, this stranger being so close.  I tried to concentrate on the world rushing […]

Deleted scenes from the cutting room floor: from Sisterwives Meet me in the glasshouse, he said.  In the evening; not the middle of the day. When I arrive the windows are still open against the heat and I wonder if Ciaras will come to close them, on his daily round.  The vines are his crop, and people […]

Deleted scenes from the cutting room floor: Sisterwives   When I woke he was gone, and the only thing was the faint light filtering through the curtains, lemon-tainted.  It’s as though I dreamed the whole thing – the night of the Sealing, the walk from the Meeting House in darkness, the sounds of our wedding […]