Not that long ago, Monday at NYWF was called Monday Comedown and it was at a
On Sunday morning I feel bad. This is unsurprising.
We get up before 9am to watch art. We walk along King Street, stopping at Good
I wake up and stumble out of bed and it isn’t until I’ve walked to the
I wake up in Newcastle. The light’s all soft and Beth’s house is all green. Being
I’ve had various titles at the National Young Writers Festival over the years, official and unofficial.
In my capacity as semi-official NYWF fairy godmother and festival veteran, here are answers to some
I can feel NYWF beginning to wear off; like Cinderella as her clothes turn to rags
Usually if I get anything less than six hours sleep I dissolve into a puddle of
Photo by Bridget I decide that I will make breakfast. I message all the people in the
Photo by Alana Potts In the morning, I make tea and sit in the blustery little
For a long time, I’ve arrived at NYWF before anyone else. First because I was living