Remember Loretta?

Loretta bit her lip and took a deep breath before she peered into the keyhole and slid the pick into the narrow opening. “You will open for me,” she murmured. “I DREAM OF JEANNIE meets THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA.” — feedback from the Launchpad judging panel. To everyone who supported my book when it made…

The art of conversation with almost-strangers

Generally speaking, storytellers do well at dinner parties. Like, sometimes I hear myself talking to someone I barely know, and I think, “Seriously Jo, you should shut up and tell normal stories.” But I love telling stories, and I love hearing them. And I have a guilty pleasure in matching the best stories from my…

Thoughts from the journey between homes

I shared this musing on my instagram over the last few days, and here it is collated 🖤🖤🖤🖤 Thoughts from the journey between homes | Parts 1 to 6 Seeing our sun chase the rim of the planet from the wing of an aircraft at the end of a long journey washes in a cloudy…

Reasons why I bought my own coffin

You decided to read this article because you saw the title and thought, what the hell? This has to be one of those extortionate, attention grabbing headlines that never pan out (click bait!) If it was indeed click bait, maybe I would have titled it “She went to see a funeral director and you won’t…

The problem with the human race

Those moments in life when you have the delight of your own existence on this planet brushing by the existence of another that wakens all sorts of stories within you. The problem with the human race. J R Manawa. I met a man with a mind as fit as a fiddle on the bus today….