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Photo by Robert | Visual Diary on Unsplash I saw a preview of “and I looked at the sky” yesterday (two preview nights at £10, then a full-price three-week run at £19-26). I love the neighbourhood theatre, and I love fringe theatre. They matter. Where else would I see a play about two people in their eighties contemplating their lives and deaths? The concept is intriguing. I was hoping for a fresh take: wisdom about life and death, about bowing out gracefully. When is it time? How do we know?...

Photo by Avi Richards on Unsplash There's a myth that I keep returning to. The myth of the artist, immersed in their work, losing track of time, pouring all their energy into the masterpiece in front of them. And honestly? I want that myth more than anything. I want to be left alone so I can focus on my writing while all my earthly needs are being catered to. Wouldn't that be great? In real life, the artists who were immersed in their craft were able to do so because they had wives who took...

Photo by Zach Kirby on Unsplash When I wrote Until the Walls Come Down, I chose a slightly unnatural spelling for the protagonist's name, Tammar. An Israeli expat would spell the name with one 'm' (Tamar), but I wanted to give my English readers a chance to pronounce it correctly. I am fierce about all my characters' names being pronounced right. Which is curious, because my name is often mispronounced. It's one thing when it's the Starbucks baristas, who seem to have issues with any and all...