Author Archives: Joanna Nadin
Dedication’s what you need… (and a clicker, apparently)
So, got up, ate porridge, corralled angry small menace into school uniform (disappointment at having to go to school dressed as schoolgirl, not Katherine Parr, due to Ofsted swooping in and causing cancellation of World Book Day), set new world … Continue reading
The Life of Riley
I never wanted to be a writer when I grew up. That is to say, it didn’t occur to me that writing was a “real” job, much less one that I would be capable of, or derive enjoyment from, my … Continue reading
The Lost Boys
In 1992, straight out of uni, my head still full of learning, and brand new in a wide world, I first felt the compulsion to write. Not books back then, but journalism. Specifically New Journalism. I swallowed Tom Wolfe, Ken … Continue reading
Joanna Nadin is a Record Breaker (potentially)
I have never been a high achiever. Until I started writing (thanks to Penny Dreadful, Solomon Smee and Maisie Morris), the only two things I had won were a Toners hair dye from Jackie magazine in 1982 and the umbrella … Continue reading
Funny ha ha
In need of a laugh? I certainly am, having spent the morning embroiled in the Francis Report and my own medical disaster i.e. a menace with flu. Then click on this link for my top ten funny reads for 5-8s… … Continue reading
Let’s hear it for the girls…
As a child, I was never what was (derogatorily) termed a “girly girl”, in other words, dressed in pink frills, with an army of Barbies marching absurd-legged across my bedroom floor. Partly by accident: mine was a childhood of inherited … Continue reading
Me, Rachel Riley
One of the most-oft asked questions of writers is: “Is the book autobiographical?” Or “Is there any of you in there?” The easy answer is that every book contains a little of its author: these are, after all, words we … Continue reading
Tis the season to be jolly…
… fa la la la laa etc etc. And normally I am the first one up with the Christmas tree (fake – I have hoovering OCD) and tinsel, and the first one to overdose on Quality Street, cry at the … Continue reading
The shovel list.
I am a happy person. I am relentlessly optimistic in the face of disappointment. I dance through life with a pair of rose-tinted glasses superglued to my face. I am hopeful to the point of idiocy e.g. when I wake … Continue reading
The Next Big Thing…
So, I’ve been tagged as part of an internet meme (horrid word. Also odd, as I thought memes were mostly pictures of cats doing amusing things or pseudo-political captions on pictures of sunsets, but I digress…). Last week was Veronique … Continue reading