Stage of divine discontent
Stage four feels like a six-week jail term. I had travelled reasonably well, global pandemic and all, in stage three. I had stayed somewhat sane and healthy and productive. My…
Summer Goodwin
10 August, 2020
Turtle tour of the Gilis
Return to the Gilis
I visited the Gilis, three tiny islands off the west coast of Lombok in Indonesia, 24 years ago. I was 21. It was 1993, before the first resort was built…
Summer Goodwin
22 July, 2017
Paris at night
With love and forgiveness
Forgive me if I fail to do our story justice, if I stumble and fall. It is difficult to speak of you without tears. How can I ever forget your…
Summer Goodwin
11 April, 2017
The beautiful truth of non-fiction writers
I recently dated an author of speculative fiction. After a decade between novels, his fourth book was released while we were dating. We went through the anxious pre-release build-up,Β the interviews…
Summer Goodwin
7 May, 2016
Broken toys
My son left home for six months Β in September last year and I (finally!) found time to develop a hobby. Okay, I write this blog as a hobby, but I…
Summer Goodwin
20 February, 2016