For the first time in a very long time, I ditched humourous veil I that tend to hide behind and I allowed my imagination wander around in the murky world of crime.
I’m torn between wanting to finish the edit a.s.a.p. and coming up for up air to give myself a break.
Up with the lark and fuelled with the belief that the early editor catches the idioms, the cliches, and the typos.
We had spent other significant birthdays together, but I just didn’t want to celebrate being a bloody quadragenarian.
Two weeks off over Christmas and I’ve finished re-writing the book, with the sagely wisdom and worldly-wise take of forty-year-old.
What is wrong with them me? I cannot tell you how many times in 95,000 words my characters’ hearts have skipped beats. There is no mention of anybody suffering from premature ventricular contractions in any of my Character Profiles and it’s too late to add a Cardio-Vascular […]
The editing process is a nightmare that would make even Stephen King’s spine-chilling characters squirm.
In a couple of hours, I will be flying from Jersey to Gatwick and onward to the ancient city of Canterbury, Kent, UK
I find the prospect of NaNoWriMo absolutely terrifying but, could you write 50,000 words in one month?
I might fantasize about being the fourth Blonde Plotter but, for now, I feel like d’Artagnan in awe of the Three Musketeers as my novel is-still-in-progress.
He got up, went over to the door and locked it. He wanted peace. No interruptions from the outside world when he read the letter from his one true love.
Wednesday September 27th – Sunday 1st October 2017 I feel very privileged to live on the small, but beautiful, island of Jersey. However in the past, getting on and off our sceptred isle to track down literary events anywhere, has often presented a logistical challenge. Not anymore, since 2015 […]
Caitriona Balfe who plays Claire Randall, soon to become Mrs Jamie Fraser, after being transported back in time from 1945 to 1743, spends a fair amount of time in various stages of undress.
I’ve been pussyfooting around this passion of mine for too long and now I feel like I am writing for my life.
As I nervously await news about my current work-in-progress and whether it will swim or drown in the slush pile, the 2017 Jersey Festival of Words (Wednesday 27th September and Sunday October 1st) will soon be upon us to take my mind off the impending doom. A great opportunity for […]
So I am bracing myself for the inevitability of being relegated to the slush pile, but comfort myself with the thought that my slush will be added to some of the best.
She still tried to make an effort on the fashion front but, tottering around in ridiculously high heels every day, was beginning to take a toll on her ankles.
Over the years to show my gratitude, I would take the time to send Uncle Henry witty and informative postcards from all my ports of call and it humbled me when I found out years later that he had kept each and every one. All in date order and incongruously pristine among the chaos that he called home.
I also sent similar epistles to my parent, which they never read. I returned home after 3 years and they both refused to see me. Their rejection only serving to fuel the fire within my nomadic soul.