by Sarah Tinsley | Apr 22, 2016 | Blog
His breathing labours over my shoulder, huffing out breath perfumed with ham and disappointment. My hands clunk over the keys, slip off the C sharp, snag on the C. I can feel the wince behind me.Eight bars to go. I stretch out the middle finger, labouring too...
by Sarah Tinsley | Nov 6, 2015 | Blog
Recently, a man complained about being forced to go to ‘consent’ lessons at University. I can see his point. Not only is it a little bit insulting, but it’s probably a little bit late. But what else are Universities supposed to do? When one in seven women in...
by Sarah Tinsley | Sep 11, 2015 | Blog
I’ve always been a perpetual starter. So many hobbies, instruments, sports, arts, languages, begun but never mastered. Yet I’ve just finished the third draft of my first novel, and have completed numerous half marathons and two full marathons. I don’t think I started...
by Sarah Tinsley | Aug 14, 2015 | Blog
The nugget of something Is there But in the act of putting it on the page It disappearsNo flare of wit or will Nothing to separate Me From all the other people struggling to take bits of language and string them together in a way that is meaningfulWavering in the face...
by Sarah Tinsley | Aug 5, 2015 | Blog
I find myself in the glorious position of having completed the second draft of my novel. It feels infinitely more satisfying than the first. Then, I knew there was a mountain of work still to be done, endless shuffling about of scenes and ideas, and there was a long...
