I watched the sunrise yesterday, as I often do. My writing day starts at dawn. It’s the time of day my brain seems to creatively engage. I threw back the curtains to greet the dawn on the day that marked yet another year since my arrival on the planet.
What a few days it has been for me in the city of dreaming spires. I don’t like to brag, but I soaked up the words of wisdom of writer and broadcaster, Melvyn Bragg, who is best known as editor and presenter of ITV’s South Bank Show. He was talking […]
It hasn’t quite sunk in that I’m going for four out of the nine days. I will be soaking up the words of wisdom of people I have admired for many years, such as the legendary Ranulph Fiennes. Much admired veteran journalists, Kate Adie, and Martin Bell. I […]
Three-and-a-half years ago, I had a lot to get of my chest. A series of bad events responsible for clouding my horizon.
With the summer months stretched out in front of me, I did what I have always done in times of trouble, I reached for my keyboard and poured my heart out.
During breaks from daily workouts over a hot keyboard as I endeavor to master the art of writing with instant grabability, I’ve started reading a new book. Me • You by Dawn French.
When I closed my eyes, there was chaos. A whirlpool of my life flashing like a technicoloured LED advertising board, down to what was on my shopping list and what I was going to cook for supper.
Portugal, for me, is sensory overload; whatever the time of year and after visiting for twenty-six years, it is time to make it my home.
I haven’t submitted to a publisher since 1998. This week was a first for me because I have never approached a scary agent before and some of them weren’t even born in 1998. Now, barely out of University, with dynamic wish lists, eager to discover the next J. K. Rowling and an enduring character, such as Harry Potter… who they’ve grown up with.
As a much-older-than-I-would-like debut novelist, my bittersweet story is about the life of a forty-year-old woman born in 1959, who grew up with the non-PC tales of Noddy and Big Ears. So, many baby-faced agents might consider that my first foray into Women’s Fiction would be better suited under the heading Historical Fiction.
Jersey is no longer a literary wasteland, the Festival of Words is in its fourth year and is inspiring the lives of many. Richard Skinner, was part of the packed programme this year and he is exactly as the author, Renée Knight, so succinctly describes him… ‘An enlightened and liberating teacher.’
Tuesday. Woke up feeling determined. Spent most of the day editing the hell out of the first three chapters, before going back to the ultimate self-torture… the ****ing synopsis.
I returned home with my head buzzing and lost all track of time, as I embarked on a wine-fuelled creative writing binge.
Now, I wake up a dawn. I no longer need one alarm… let alone three. Watching the sun come up each morning is my inspiration. Each dawn is different and triggers new vibes for me to pour into my writing for that day.
I was reading Lorenzo Carcaterra’s Sleepers and I couldn’t put it down, taking it into the Indian Ocean and reading it floating on my back, standing up and sitting in the warm, briny sea, until I finished it. More recently, Adam Kay’s This is Going to Hurt – The Diaries of a Junior Doctor, had the same effect, only I read most of it on a sun lounger.
Comedy writers have the most fragile egos. Mindy Kaling At various stages of our lives, our egos take a bashing but now, in the Autumn of my years, I care less about what other people think. And yes, this cavalier thought process even applies to my writing, except… […]
12 days, three different parts of the UK and I absorbed the sensory delights of all three.
Just a crazy old Baby Boomer with a cute dog, carrying a couple of poles
Glasgow for a few days, before moving on to the Lake District for a week, then on to Harrogate, the place of Betty’s Tea Rooms and my birth.
There is something very calming about water and there is a unique stillness in Queen’s Valley.
My own Hiker’s Guide to the Lake District, features short, flat walks and frequent sightings of quaint, pretty little pubs dotted along the path.
Maya Angelou was such an inspiration in so many ways. She stirred many hearts, including mine.