How can it be April one moment and the end of August the next? Time really is a tricky thing, especially when it's full of amazing books. Since my last post we've had events at Hay festival, launched lots more great titles and told ourselves that we'd catch up on all those fiddly admin jobs in august when it's quiet. As if! Ah well, wet (even for Wales, extraordinarily wet) summer almost at an end and we're looking forward to a sparkling array of literary treats this autumn. 
Tomorrow I'm off to Liverpool to perform at the Costa Poetry Cafe alongside Cinnamon poet, Joan Hewitt. I'll be reading from Stale Bread & Miracles, a novelised sequence of prose poems that I'm pleased with (and liking one's own writing doesn't come easy to most authors) which deals with a long process of becoming one of the first women priests - hammering on the doors of the institution to be let in and then let out.
Joan will be reading from her fantastic collection, Missing the Eclipse. It's poetry that tells stories and sees life through the reflexive eye of the camera - it's visceral, but beautifully crafted. And Joan's performances are brilliant.
So August is ending on a high note and there's a lot more high notes to come.
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