I am pretty comfortable with my writing voice. I would go so far as to say that I rather like my writing voice, which is a good job as I spend so much time using it. But this week I couldn’t find it. Instead I found myself rather bizarrely writing in a cross over style… Continue reading The great pretender, or why it is so damn important to read your own genre!
Time is all we had, but, as Take That happily remind me, it was never ours to keep. This week time was never mine to begin with. I have had NO TIME. And by no time I mean no time to write. But as I sat down today to write for the first time in… Continue reading The Perks of Having no Time
This may sound like quite a bold claim and of course it is. There are many more things that kill creativity, but for me comfort is the biggest one. Picture the scene: a cosy living room, a log fire glowing and warming your toes, your belly full of roast chicken and apple pie and a… Continue reading Comfort: the killer of creativity
Ooooh I love a graveyard. A bit of nature, a bit of peace and a bit of the BEST people watching ever. And I don’t just mean the living ones. Try this for a creative exercise: take a walk around a graveyard and examine the gravestones. On a good trip you can discover some fabulous… Continue reading All the fun of the…graveyard