Sometimes the universe seems to be nudging you in a particular direction. As a Buddhist I tend to ignore ideas of ‘fate’ – karma, yes, but that’s a different subject. Sometimes, though, you feel yourself being edged along a path that isn’t, perhaps, the one you would have chosen yourself. It’s hard to ignore a really good coincidence. Continue reading
I first saw the paintings of Fra Filippo Lippi, the subject/hero/antihero of my new novel, The Painter of Souls, on a school trip to Florence. My parents had scraped together their last pennies and sent me off with the History of Art class – I wasn’t even studying History of Art, but my artist mother thought it would be good for me and it was.
Of course, we spent Continue reading