Jo Bradshaw
MIsha Moscow bear 3rd November 2016

These courses are boggling my NaNoWriMo Mind

I’m not blogging much. I’m writing a new book at the moment as part of #NaNoWriMo. And I’m simultaneously taking part in the University of Iowa International Writer’s Program online (free!) Storied Women: How Writers Write Fiction course, which is brilliantly eye-opening in its approach. As this week’s assignment, we were asked to write a […]

outofyourshell 27th September 2016

On being mentored by Jo Unwin.

When I was five and had just moved to a new infant school, I remember not being brave enough to put up my hand and ask to go to the loo. I remember the warmth and shame, and the stretchy nylon knickers—navy blue with red and white—they sent me home in. I kept them. When […]

Bowie Whisk and spatula and Prince spoon and icing knife 5th September 2016

All the good ones are dead (and other stories)

Lots has been happening in my world. I’ve written a novel (I’ll tell you more about that in my next post.) Hid under the duvet a bit. Did lots of exciting projects and some boring ones. Had a billion cups of tea. You know, the normal stuff. The thing is, back in April, after all […]

pomorie 18th August 2016

Up Down Strange Charm

A short story, written 2 years ago after a weekend in Pomorie, on Bulgaria’s Black Sea. _ Baba Radka’s hair, which should have been sown on the crown of her head as thick as spring wheat, migrated like the storks do, and unlike the storks it stayed forever on her chin. It was at that […]

8th July 2016

A story about a horse that goes to a homeopathic vet.

Often, on Fridays, those lively folk at Faber Academy run a flash fiction competition. It’s really fun and if you win they send you book prizes. It also gets you writing. Today I hopped over to Twitter (I was supposed to be doing something else. Aren’t we all?) and alas there was no #QuickFic. Just […]

Joan Elliott 29th June 2016

The Champion Bloody Heller of The World

My grandma would be a hundred today if she weren’t dead. I’m named after her. Joan. Elliott, before she married. I wonder what she was like in her twenties, during the 1930s. She met my grandpa in London while they were both studying to be librarians, but she didn’t finish her studies. I wonder what […]

4th August 2015

Glowworm in my pocket

My aunt Fan is the loveliest person you ever could meet. She used to be a librarian. She draws intricate patterned thingies that would blow your mind. She has the best sense of humour. She plays the piano. And I’ve always thought, since I was four, that if only all grown-ups could read books aloud […]

26th July 2015

An Inordinate Fondness for Stars and Beetles

I have an inordinate fondness for stars and beetles I think in Venn and Quadratic equations No man who cannot be trusted with an apostrophe Should be in charge of bombs Or Value Added Tax Or vaginas A radical policy Hear me out When the moon is dark and Our hearts are dark And like […]

readlikeasquirrel_joannabradshaw 2nd July 2015

I read like a squirrel and I’m not sorry

I was reading the end of a novel a few weeks ago. As a reward for finishing the first draft of my own book, I’d thrown myself into this new world and my heart was crashing and swelling all at once. The book’s called A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara. My daughter went to go […]

25th April 2015

Tensile Bonds and Things

For my mum who has been unlucky enough to break her arm playing catch but who is nonetheless wonderful. I seem to have a problem Not the kind where You go and see a nurse A therapist Or ring a hearse Not a problem with sanity Or even mild depravity I just seem to have […]