To this island where the bottlebrush tree grows in the manicured gardens of weathered white-washed houses of the Windrush returnees.
I have started a short story writing class at City Lit and its so much fun. It’s a complete mixture of people and the tutor is a doll. Most of the class like me, have written professionally for years but have never been confident enough to write creatively for more than fun. Our group also […]