Mystery and Intrigue in Bulawayo

    It’s been a busy last two weeks.   On the plus side, I won a National Arts Merit Award for Best Fiction for All Come To Dust.   I was extremely happy.   This is the second award the book has won since its publication roughly a year and a half ago.                                                              On the downside, I am unsettled.   Overwhelmed is a better word. I don’t know how to get myself out of this particular writing rut.   My problem is not an uncommon one for me, although this time it seems to be more heightened than usual.                  I tend to set myself unrealistic goals and even more unrealistic deadlines. This result is that nothing happens.   At the end of la...

  My elderly friend and I are discussing the possibility of becoming gold dealers.  It seems everyone is at it these days.  I recently contacted someone who did some work on our driveway a couple of years ago and discovered he no longer does crazy paving; instead, he has become a gold dealer in Esigodeni. I imagine him meeting customers in the back room of some shabby establishment or drawing up next to them in the car park of some shebeen and handing over a bag of gold nuggets in exchange for large wads of money.  'You'd never do it,' says my friend.  'You'd be caught almost immediately.' I must say, I am a little offended.  I don't particularly want to be a gold dealer, but nor do I like being told I lack the ability to be one. However, I know what she means.  I'd be too nice.  Of course, that might just be my modus operandi.  It would certainly provide a good cover and it save me the need to meet clients in dodgy hotels in the dead of nigh...

  I am often asked by friends and family who don't live in Zimbabwe why we still stay here. It is not a question that is easily answered, except to say why does anyone live anywhere?  We all have things to complain about wherever we are in the world.  Those who don't experience power or water cuts will complain about traffic jams or the weather.  Nowhere is perfect. Recently, I wrote on Facebook how excited we were when the electricity, that had been off for nine days, came back on.  It was actually longer as we had had nearly a week prior to this of being one phase down, so we had no lights, but some sockets worked and half of the stove as well. Nine days is by no means a long time at all to go without electricity, and nor is two weeks.  Some people I know have gone without for three to six months, a year even.  I am sure there are those on my Facebook page who even wonder why I mention it at all. Surely this is to be expected when you live in Africa....

 It's been quite a long, hard week.  Ask any teacher - online teaching is no fun at all and requires a lot more work than normal teaching does. Throw in the stress over having no power and I was almost a gibbering wreck.  My release this week has been starting to write a new crime novel. I have all the details worked out this time and feel frustrated that I can't just connect my brain to my laptop and download the story.  I have been writing in bed just before going to sleep.  I was not sure that this would be the best time to write as my brain is quite tired and I also feared it might stop me from going to sleep as I would be thinking about the next bit.  However, it has proved the opposite.  I go to sleep with a sense of fulfillment as I have done something I really enjoy. Until I earn millions as a writer, I will always have to fit it in around everything else, so it is important to do a little bit every day. People often ask me how I have time to w...

  I had good intentions for this year.   I was going to get up early, do yoga, meditate and write every day.   Days would be interspersed with long walks, the preparation of big, wholesome, healthy family meals, and the reading of all the books I haven’t got round to reading yet.                   All was on course until around 11 am on January 1 st , when the electricity went off.   It hadn’t actually been on that long as we had been almost two weeks without it, but this time it seriously drained me of any resolve.                 Of course, I did not need electricity for anything I had planned, unless you include following a yoga schedule on YouTube or using my laptop to ‘write’ on.   However, there is something about a power cut that really does drain the environment of energy or purpose.   So much...