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This is new for me, but back when Playing Mrs Kingston was launched, Tony asked me if I’d like to do an interview on my blog. I’m not sure why I didn’t at the time, but I asked if I… Continue Reading →
My sister visited this weekend. “How’s the writing going?”, she said. “Hmmm…” She asked the question directly. I’ve been avoiding asking it of myself. She gave me a look. A look between sisters. It reached the neglected writer, who seemed… Continue Reading →
There is indeed an ugly mood at the moment. Information comes fast in thick torrents of bubbling, chattering, and endless streams. Oh what a world we live in. There is no chance to breathe, at times, and you feel like… Continue Reading →
I typed THE END last week. Then I wrote it in my scratchy pen on my scene tracker. Then I nearly cried. I texted my sister, my mum, Jane (of Writing Retreat fame). My sister was the first to come… Continue Reading →
What a way to wind up 2015 with… The Caribbean. Antigua is utterly beautiful, and I fell in love with the island, its people, and those warm, warm waters. It was perfect to just escape from this relentless revolting weather,… Continue Reading →
(photo credit to The Writing Retreat) I wasn’t going to attend another writing retreat this year, but Kath Morgan and Jane Moss enticed me by the subject matter. The hook was ‘The Narrative Structure’. I wasn’t disappointed. In truth, I… Continue Reading →