Welcome to the Wordpoppy website
Thanks for visiting my site.
Poppies spring up in unexpected places, they’re undimmed and perky, refuse to lie dormant, a little like words and stories which have to be told.
When I was very young I used to go to riding school every Saturday – the pony I loved was called Poppy. Every week she’d canter down the field and throw me off, at the same spot. I kept getting back on. As a writer you have to keep going, you have to believe in yourself; you do it because you can’t stop.
Poppies are communal – so I want this site to be a place to share experiences of writing.
My grandmother was a great gardener – my favourite photograph of her is with a backdrop of large oriental poppies.