'Writing is the only cure for madness.'

Happy birthday to me November 2022, the day before my birthday. It was meant to be a video call meeting with my publishers to discuss the...

I recall being fifteen or sixteen and telling my mother that when I grew up I wanted to be a writer, that I wanted to write stories and...

There is a bubbling in my stomach. I recognise it, it's a feeling I've had before - as a child before a ballet performance, as a student...

When I’m having a bad day, I tend to either spend the afternoon taking it out on my punch bag, or I lock myself in my office to write. I...

‘Lebowitz! Come here!’ My mother would scream. She would only call me by my last name if she was cross with me. I don’t know why she did...