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    <title>Jeanette Wintersons' columns</title>
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    <description>Jeanette Winterson</description>
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    <copyright>Copyright 2008 Jeanette Winterson</copyright>
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      <title> December  - 
      2007</title>
      <description>At last the site has been up dated, and just in time for Christmas. As usual, at Christmas, I&apos;ll be adding a festive story on the 22nd of December. It will be published in The Times that day, and go on-line here, just for you. What&apos;s it about? A donkey, a frost, a little girl, and something unexpected.</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 1 Dec 2007 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> December  - 
      2006</title>
      <description>And no, I haven&apos;t forgotten the Christmas Story - my own, or the one in the Bible - both will appear on the site on Saturday 23rd of December - or you can get a copy of the Times that day, and find all sorts of fun in the Books Section, including myself, and another story - I shall not reveal all. Well worth the buy!</description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 1 Dec 2006 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> December  - 
      2005</title>
      <description>Christmas is about celebration and contemplation.

Every year on December 1st, Advent, I put up my ancient home-made Advent calendar, stick new chocolates inside the little doors, and take great pleasure in opening one every morning, and eating the choc with my first cup of coffee.</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 1 Dec 2005 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> December  - 
      2004</title>
      <description>I am deep into a new book for children - not a picture book this time, but a story for 8-12 year olds. My god-children love their stories, and as they get older, so must the things I invent to amuse them. Still, it amuses me, so it&apos;s a pretty good deal.</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 1 Dec 2004 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> December  - 
      2003</title>
      <description>It&apos;s a rainy December morning, and I am sitting in a little room in my house, with the fire lit, and what light there is from the dull day, illuminating me.
The cats are round about, curled up asleep, because going out isn&apos;t fun anymore, and we are all wishing it would snow.</description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 1 Dec 2003 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> December  - 
      2002</title>
      <description>A little bit late this month, because there is so MUCH TO DO. Why does everyone want everything before Christmas? The work is non-stop, and on top of that I&apos;m expected to go shopping.</description>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 1 Dec 2002 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> December  - 
      2001</title>
      <description>So here it is - Merry Christmas!
I hope you have all hung up your mistletoe because one of the best things about Xmas is all those kisses given and got. This is the perfect time to try out a new pair of lips. I&apos;m not suggesting you take it any further, just that we relax a little and have fun.</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 1 Dec 2001 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> December  - 
      2000</title>
      <description>I&apos;m back from America. That&apos;s good. There are so many things I like about America and Americans - openness, enthusiasm, curiosity, directness, but I can&apos;t stand the wall to wall TV.</description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 1 Dec 2000 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> November  - 
      2008</title>
      <description>Yippee! No more moose Mom! Sarah Palin is back in Alaska! How happy are we? God Bless America! You did it!</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 1 Nov 2008 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> November  - 
      2006</title>
      <description>Too much travelling - fun but very tiring. Full-time building work in England to make my bolt-hole safe and sound.</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 1 Nov 2006 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> November  - 
      2005</title>
      <description>I can&apos;t believe that I am sitting down for long enough to write this column. My life has been one long round of promotion and publicity, except that promotion and publicity sounds self-seeking, and that is not what happens on the tours. Book tours are not about writers, book tours are about readers. And it should be so.</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 1 Nov 2005 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> November  - 
      2004</title>
      <description>America is in a state of civil war. Outside forces threatening the USA are nowhere near as dangerous to the country as the battle being fought for the hearts and minds of the American people.</description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 1 Nov 2004 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> November  - 
      2003</title>
      <description>November - sitting on a train - a late train because this is England - and a cold train because this is England, and thankful for my laptop, which is keeping my knees warm.</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 1 Nov 2003 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> November  - 
      2002</title>
      <description>Last time I wrote I was on my way to New York for the opening of Deborah Warner&apos;s MEDEA, now touring the USA, and you still have a chance to catch it in Washington, between the 4 and 7th of November, and Berkeley, California, between the 10 and the 25th. It really is a MUST SEE.</description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 1 Nov 2002 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> November  - 
      2001</title>
      <description>I voted for Home Rule for Scotland for one simple reason - to keep the rest of Britain on European time. Has it worked? No! Once more we are plunged into afternoon darkness, depression is on its way, and all so that a few souls in the far north of the island can wake up in daylight.</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 1 Nov 2001 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> November  - 
      2000</title>
      <description>It&apos;s November 1st and I&apos;m writing this column before I take a plane to Toronto and then on to the USA for a book tour. The only good thing about book tours is the people you meet.</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 1 Nov 2000 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> October  - 
      2008</title>
      <description>What are we going to do about Sarah Palin? As far as I am concerned it will be like having the late Mrs Winterson in the White House; something she would have enjoyed hugely, but the rest of us, less so.</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 1 Oct 2008 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> October  - 
      2006</title>
      <description>Sorry the column is late this month - it is what comes of moving house and finding that I wake up every morning with seven men  - if not exactly in my bed, then very near </description>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 1 Oct 2006 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> October  - 
      2005</title>
      <description>By the time you read this I hope I will be safely at home away from the insanity of the book tour.
It is my fault, of course, I have travelled too much this year, and am beginning to feel like a lunatic. Now that personal circumstances are conspiring to keep me at home rather sooner than I had planned, I am looking forward to being grounded.</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 1 Oct 2005 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> October  - 
      2004</title>
      <description>Back from France and wondering why the world is moving so fast.

For three weeks I have had no car and no visitors, and my evening recreation has been a 2kilometre walk to the local dump with my bin and bottles. The dog came too, and on the way back we collected blackberries and mushrooms. </description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 1 Oct 2004 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> October  - 
      2003</title>
      <description>Thank you to everyone who came to Paris to see The PowerBook - we were sold out every night and the press was fantastic. The Minister of Culture invited us to lunch, and would that happen in England? Absolutely not. Vive La France!</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 1 Oct 2003 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> October  - 
      2002</title>
      <description>By the time you read this, I will be in New York.

I&apos;m going out there privately to see my agent and publishers, and to say hello to a lot of people I know and miss.</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 1 Oct 2002 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> October  - 
      2001</title>
      <description>This column is written with the same sadness that all of us feel today. Our world is balanced on its rim, and none of us know what is going to happen, or what the consequences will be for ourselves, our children, or the people we love. </description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 1 Oct 2001 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> September  - 
      2008</title>
      <description>This is the time of year I love best. It is probably because it is my birthday season, and whatever else is happening, did happen, I think I was very happy to be born. My advice to anyone is, get born.</description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 1 Sep 2008 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> September  - 
      2007</title>
      <description>This will be a quick column this month, ready for the publication update on September 27th, where you will find two long extracts from my new book The Stone Gods, and a podcast of me reading some of it, plus a chance to buy it at a discount, straight from the publishers. There will also be a new interview.</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 1 Sep 2007 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> September  - 
      2006</title>
      <description>I love September, because it feels like the rhythm of new work.
Right now I am finishing the first episode of TANGLEWRECK for the BBC, and looking forward to starting the second part. I am thankful every day that I didn&apos;t take a movie deal on this book, but was able to agree with my old friend and ORANGES producer, Phillippa Giles, to do something different for telly. Who cares about Hollywood when you can have fun doing work you enjoy?</description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 1 Sep 2006 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> September  - 
      2005</title>
      <description>Can you believe this site has been going for 5 glorious years?</description>
      <link>column_item.asp?columnID=57</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 1 Sep 2005 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> September  - 
      2004</title>
      <description>I am in a castle. Turrets, moat, gates, ironmongery, outbuildings, falcons, water-rats, one large black dog. At night, the stars stud the sky with silver. By day, the sun is hot but not fierce, and the old orchard is hung with fruit.</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 1 Sep 2004 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> September  - 
      2003</title>
      <description>I am writing this on September 1st.
The day is sunny and cold, the kind of day best spent by the sea, when the water is bright and the waves are small and frisky, and you can walk along the empty beach breathing lung-fulls of clean salt air, and thinking about the hot coffee you will make when you get home.</description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 1 Sep 2003 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> September  - 
      2002</title>
      <description>None of us will forget where we were on September 11 2001.

I was in a hut in the Shropshire forest, without running water or electricity, cooking and keeping warm by a wood-burning stove. Only when I switched the car radio on to come home, did I hear what had happened.</description>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 1 Sep 2002 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> September  - 
      2001</title>
      <description>I can&apos;t believe we&apos;re at the end of summer - where does the time go?
All my friends with kids are thankful that a new school term is about to start, and the kids seem to be pretty glad too. Truth is, none of us can cope with spending too much time with each other. </description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 1 Sep 2001 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> August  - 
      2008</title>
      <description>All right, I admit it, I have been avoiding the website. Actually I have been avoiding as much as possible that isn&apos;t my kids&apos; book because I love writing it, and once again, work has saved me, in the sense of taking me to a better place.</description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 1 Aug 2008 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> August  - 
      2007</title>
      <description>I was thinking about the piece in The PowerBook where everything turns into its watery equivalent. There has been so much rain here - impossible unimaginable rain - and still falling.
Come to think of it, the poem this month had better be Edith Sitwell: Still Falls The Rain.</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 1 Aug 2007 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> August  - 
      2006</title>
      <description>This is Edinburgh Festival month if you are in the UK. I shall be there on Thursday and Friday, the 17th and 18th of August, doing my thing for the kids at 5pm Thursday, and my thing for the grown-ups at 11am Friday, so I hope some of you will come along, ask some questions and get a book signed.</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 1 Aug 2006 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> August  - 
      2005</title>
      <description>August and what an august in England.

When the first bombs went off I had just arrived in Brazil and was woken from an early after-travel sleep by a journalist asking me what I thought of the bombing. &apos;What bombing?&apos; I said, looking after over the empty square of Parati.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 1 Aug 2005 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> August  - 
      2004</title>
      <description>This should be the month of holidays and sunshine and something like happiness. However, I read that we are growing more and more unhappy with our lot. Last year, in the UK alone, 33 million anti- depressants were prescribed. This is worrying, as we have a population of around 55 million.</description>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 1 Aug 2004 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> August  - 
      2003</title>
      <description>What can I say, except that I still can&apos;t put up the psychic&apos;s homepage, because she is STILL swamped with calls from the article I wrote about her in the London Times (and no, that&apos;s not on the site yet because we&apos;ll put it with the Homepage!)</description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 1 Aug 2003 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> August  - 
      2002</title>
      <description>Some things are stranger than others. What is the spirit of a place and how does it change?

I am writing this is my hovel, which I didn&apos;t sell when I sold the main house. The hovel is wonderful and looks back over fields that used to be mine. I thought this might bother me, but it doesn&apos;t. </description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 1 Aug 2002 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> August  - 
      2001</title>
      <description>I am back from Italy, off to France, and now that I have bought my digital Ixus V, I can take some photographs, load them onto my Mac, and start posting them up. I can&apos;t believe that I have turned into a techno-head...</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 1 Aug 2001 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> July  - 
      2007</title>
      <description>Some days are like this - nothing really gets done and what does get done is pointless. Then, out comes a poem or a cat, or a flower, or a sunburst, or even a good piece of cheese, and the tilted world rights.</description>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 1 Jul 2007 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> July  - 
      2006</title>
      <description>July is TANGLEWRECK month - at least as far as I am concerned. I loved writing this book, and I hope you will enjoy reading the extracts here on the site, and maybe even buy it - well if I can&apos;t wave the flag for my own stuff here, where can I wave it?</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 1 Jul 2006 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> July  - 
      2005</title>
      <description>What to say about the G8 summit?
Cost 12million pounds, 22million dollars. 8 white men will decide the fate of 8 million Africans in a luxury hotel in Scotland. That&apos;s modern democracy for you.</description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 1 Jul 2005 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> July  - 
      2004</title>
      <description>I am late with the site this month - I have had what felt like the world&apos;s worst virus, complete with an ear infection that made me fall over and go deaf. I am better now, but this column will be brief.</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 1 Jul 2004 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> July  - 
      2003</title>
      <description>Happiness is not simple, but it is possible.

This month I have been working on my book as usual, and also coming up for air like a mole, to do a spot of journalism. I wrote a piece about opera for The Guardian, which was then syndicated to The Daily Mail. You can read it under JOURNALISM.</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 1 Jul 2003 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> July  - 
      2002</title>
      <description>Sorry to be a little late with the column this month - I moved house on July 1st, and I spent the weekend fitting a cat-flap and rigging up shanty towns for the animals, all of whom are furious. They don&apos;t believe there is any other world than the world they have left behind - and in that they are not so different from the rest of us.</description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 1 Jul 2002 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> July  - 
      2001</title>
      <description>I can&apos;t believe I am in Britain and it&apos;s sunny. After seven months of non-stop rain, I am now watering like a fiend and suffering from Hose Madness. </description>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 1 Jul 2001 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> June  - 
      2008</title>
      <description>This is it! The new site up and running! I am very excited about it, and thank you for your patience. This is a major make-over in terms of look and reorganisation, and I hope everyone likes it. Do let us know your thoughts.</description>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 1 Jun 2008 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> June  - 
      2007</title>
      <description>Here I am, back on site.
It is unusual for me  - indeed unknown for me not to update the 
site each month, but I needed to finish my new book, and there were difficulties elsewhere. The only hope was to perform the Indian rope trick and vanish.</description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 1 Jun 2007 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> June  - 
      2005</title>
      <description>So here I am in Paris, just before the Referendum on the Treaty, in 87 degrees of sun, looking from my hotel balcony over to the Eiffel Tower.</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 1 Jun 2005 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> June  - 
      2004</title>
      <description>With Lighthousekeeping finally launched, I find myself with a sore throat and exhaustion. One last event at Hay on Wye on Saturday, and then I will be free to sleep. I love seeing everyone at the events, but they are tiring times, not least because regional hotels are so terrible. Why do we have to have sprout coloured carpets, a porn channel and a Corby Trouser Press?</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 1 Jun 2004 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title> June  - 
      2003</title>
      <description>A Buddhist monk once said to me, &apos;You can have the first thing in your life, but maybe not the second or the third.&apos;</description>
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      <description>June - and the whole of London has been cordoned off so that the Queen can get about without being stuck in traffic. This is what it means to have a modern-day Jubilee.</description>
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      <description>June is a month I really like. I can dig the first potatoes, taste the first peas, and the salad is abundant and luscious. All of this makes the crisis in British farming even more painful.</description>
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      2006</title>
      <description>I am writing this from New York City, sitting on the 14th floor of the Roger Smith Hotel, which is an old-fashioned mid-town hotel, where the PEN festival has put its guests.</description>
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      <description>Oh dear. By May 5th we will have a new government, probably the same old government as before, with the same old lying Tony as President. A vote for Blair is a vote for Bush, but what can you do when the Left has become the Right, and the Right is like something appearing from a nightmare?</description>
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      2004</title>
      <description>This is it! After all this time, LIGHTHOUSEKEEPING is in the print and on the shelves, and even if you don&apos;t live in the UK, you can order it on-line. It won&apos;t be published in the USA until 2005,</description>
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      <description>My closest friends have changed their lives and bought a chateau in France. If this seems like a life change we&apos;d all like to make, well it is, but it had to be paid for. What they did was to sell their London house and buy something much smaller, and use the cash to buy the chateau. </description>
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      2002</title>
      <description>First Ruth Rendell, then Martin Amis, and now me. What is it with writer&apos;s and dental work? I decided that at the ripe old age of 42, it was time to get a new crown fitted and finally extract a baby tooth that has been sitting in there since I was, well, a baby. The tooth is now in an envelope waiting for the Tooth Fairy to do something with it. </description>
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      <title> May  - 
      2001</title>
      <description>Welcome back to the site!
May is a busy month for me because I&apos;m running up and down Britain promoting the paperback of The Powerbook with it&apos;s luscious new cover.</description>
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      2006</title>
      <description>So what are we going to do about climate change?

I think we can all cut back on the carbon, but without serious muscle from government, if may not be enough.</description>
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      2005</title>
      <description>I am excited to say that I have delivered my children&apos;s book, TANGLEWRECK to Bloomsbury. It was the eleventh hour and fifty fifth minute, and I was numbering the pages in biro on the train to London, but it is finished.</description>
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      2004</title>
      <description>This is the first evening of the year that I have been able to sit outside and write this column.

The ducks are swimming on my river and my trees and shrubs are opening their leaves.  It feels like a new beginning. I hope so.
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      <description>April is the cruellest month, said TS Eliot, which must be right if you living in Iraq. This morning, when my garden is full of sun and the daffodils are out and the cats are warming their fur against the stone walls of the house, I can&apos;t forget what the other reality is.</description>
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      <description>I love spring. Here in Britain the clocks have gone forward, making it possible for us all to enjoy a drink outside in the light, instead of pathetically huddled by the coalhole, pretending it isn&apos;t cold and it isn&apos;t dark. </description>
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      2001</title>
      <description>It&apos;s Spring! This is fantastic and will turn my prose into chick-Lit. Well maybe not, I&apos;d have to write in the present tense and put in plenty about boyfriends and weight problems. Even the sight of a bunch of daffodils can&apos;t do that to me. </description>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 1 Apr 2001 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      2008</title>
      <description>There is so little that one can say, one says it all.
I find myself thinking of these lines from Beckett&apos;s HAPPY DAYS more and more often. I once wrote &apos;Words are the part of silence that can be spoken.&apos; And again, I said, &apos;Every word written is a net to catch the word that has escaped.&apos;</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 1 Mar 2008 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      2007</title>
      <description>Can somebody tell me why the BBC dramatisation of ORANGES ARE NOT THE ONLY FRUIT is being written out of broadcasting history?Can somebody tell me why the BBC dramatisation of ORANGES ARE NOT THE ONLY FRUIT is being written out of broadcasting history?</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 1 Mar 2007 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <description>Sorry it&apos;s late - Feb was too short and March came too fast.

Got the OBE - freezing cold - mad to dress as a girl in sub zero temperatures. All very formal and surreal - why was I driving through swirling snow towards Buckingham Palace with a Tourette Syndrome chauffeur who couldn&apos;t stop talking about golf in the Algarve?</description>
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      <description>I have returned from Poland, and I hope you like these decorative photos of me launching the British Council New Writing initiative, Faces and Places.</description>
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      2004</title>
      <description>So here I am in Singapore heading for Sydney.

The door of my room is open onto a corridor-terrace that is open to the sky, and that overlooks a fountain courtyard. It is the most beautiful hotel I have stayed in, anywhere in the world; it is, of course, Raffles.
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      <description>Leaving New York is sad and a relief. Sad, because like all human kind, I have begun to make a life here, and all human kind does seem to have made a life here. A taxi driver berated me for not speaking English, which more or less sums it up. I have too many prefaces and conditionals in my requests, which is why I suppose, I classify as European.</description>
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      <description>February has been a busy month. The spring bulbs - snow drops and aconites have been doing their stuff, and I have been doing mine. Thank god it&apos;s March... </description>
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      2001</title>
      <description>Here&apos;s how our household works.
At the Stables, where we live, there&apos;s Peggy and there&apos;s me, and there&apos;s the assorted animals and all the people who come and go - the groom, gardeners, handymen, Jayne the Office Tyrant, Linda the Household Scourge.</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 1 Mar 2001 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      2008</title>
      <description>As I write this on the day of paying tax, Jan 31st, I am thinking about what responsibility means in a society that doesn&apos;t recognise it.</description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 1 Feb 2008 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <description>I was reading about the polar bears today, and how we will have destroyed their habitat within our life-time. Meanwhile the oil-men are pleased because they are going to be able to drill into permafrost and run their 4x4&apos;s for longer.</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 1 Feb 2007 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <description>Thank God January is over. It is a punishing month, what with freezing weather, no more Christmas pudding to eat, tax to pay, and in my case too many piles of administration. Why is there always someone in an office chasing my tail? If that person is YOU, please remember that you are paid to send out bothersome emails but no one is paying me to answer them.</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 1 Feb 2006 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <description>I am beginning this on a British Airways flight from Cologne to London Heathrow on a cold bright Sunday morning with snow on the ground.</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 1 Feb 2005 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <description>I  was writing up my Poem of the Month, and as so often happens, the poem, because it is talismanic, pushes out the mind, like a boat pushed out from the harbour, so that the safe Sunday night place, (where I am now), disappears, and before me is the sea.</description>
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      <description>I am in New York for the whole month of February, working on my new book. I have an apartment on the upper West Side, between Columbus and Amsterdam, and a month&apos;s gym membership at the New York Sports Club. This is essential - sitting down all day is bad for the body and bad for the brain. My compensation is exercise - the only time when I can quiet my brain, well actually, not the only time, sex is good, but it uses fewer calories.</description>
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      <description>Well, we have all paid our tax, paid off our accountants, and spent sleepless nights wondering why there is so much red tape in the world. How much of our time and money do we spend keeping officials quiet? How has the world ended up this way? Nobody cares if you paint a picture or write a book - but fail to file your tax return and you&apos;re dead</description>
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      <description>Like most people I have a cold. Why is February the month when we all get colds? Mine is an authentic life-in-the-aquarium number, and when I&apos;m not under water, I&apos;m under a towel with some of those cute little essential oils. </description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 1 Feb 2001 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <description>Honour the fate you are...

That&apos;s from the Auden poem ATLANTIS in our January Poem of the Month. It seems like a good thing to remember, surfing into the New Year, with all its challenges and surprises, difficulties and dreams. I don&apos;t want it to sound like I believe in pre-destination - fate is never that, but it is the web of possibilities from which we unthread our particular journey. </description>
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      2007</title>
      <description>HAPPY NEW YEAR!

The only way to begin a new year is with optimism. No matter how bad it is, personally or globally, we need to believe that there will be a change, and that we can work towards change. I don&apos;t know why our minds are so powerful, but I know that they are, and that our attitude affects much more than can be proved.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 1 Jan 2007 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <description>Happy New Year!

I love a new year because it feels like a new start. I love birthdays for the same reason. So that allows 2 new starts a year, which is maybe a bit trying if your birthday is in December of January. On the other hand, if you make a mistake, you can rub it out and start again quickly. </description>
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      2005</title>
      <description>I know that everyone reading this will have sent what help they could to the Tsunami disaster.

The Tsunami is a reminder that Nature can send plenty of trouble our way, whether it&apos;s earthquakes or drought or crop failure. We cannot predict or plan an earthquake; all the more reason then that we are responsible about the things we can predict and plan.
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      <pubDate>Sat, 1 Jan 2005 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      2004</title>
      <description>Happy New Year to everyone.
I don&apos;t know what you are wishing for this year, but if world peace seems ambitious, we can all work towards it in our own life. I have decided to keep a little book of anger, to chart how often, and why, I get angry. I am hoping that there won&apos;t be too much in there by the end of the year - but as the year began with some thug breaking into my Landrover, it was a bad start.</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 1 Jan 2004 -1:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <description>HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE!

I had a wonderful time in New York, staying in an apartment that overlooked the Dakota building and Central Park. On Christmas Day, it snowed, clean as hope, and settled contentedly on the spikes of the trees and the triangle eaves of the Dakota. We waved at Yoko Ono, but I don&apos;t think she saw us.</description>
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      <description>HAPPY NEW YEAR!
I&apos;m sitting in my house in London right on the edge of the financial district. On New Year&apos; s Day, I was the only person here. The delis and restaurants around me that service the city workers were all closed. There were no cars and no sounds.</description>
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      <description>It&apos;s the beginning of January 2001. Happy New Year to everyone out there. Thank you all of you who worked so hard to help me get the Melissa Etheridge Poster. We clocked about 20 in the end, so it&apos;s taking me a little time to send out the promised books.</description>
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