By Julian Felice
For years I have been crying out for more time. The demands of work, family and self are rarely compatible with the time one needs for creative activities such as writing. Many are the nights that I have stayed up writing until the early hours, with the rest of the house deep in slumber, all in an attempt to chase that thread of inspiration before it hides behind the realities of daily life. Many more, though, have been the times when early-morning determination has given way to post-work lethargy, leading to those emotions that are all too familiar to those in creative fields: inadequacy, frustration, guilt. Those abandoned ideas were starting to pile up in my hard-drive, and piles of notebooks groaned under the weight of ideas that never became stories. Having been granted the opportunity to develop as a writer as part of a mentoring programme run by Mrs C’ Collective, I was even in early discussions about the possibility of a period of sabbatical leave from work so that I could dedicate more time to my writing and, that way, take full advantage of the programme. But then, of course, along came the COVID Lockdown, and everything changed…
By Mark Montegriffo
Gibraltar was due to vote on reproductive rights in March. The referendum was justifiably postponed a week before the set date. Two months later, it is as if we were not on the cusp of a pivotal moment of the Rock’s political history.