Unsurprisingly for an English Lit graduate, I love literature. But here is my secret... I am a bit of a literary snob. But not in the way you might think. Ever since I first picked up a penguin classic (Jane Austen’s Northanger Abbey, by the by) I have been charmed, obsessed and inspired by the… Continue reading Hands up, I’m a snob
This month saw my name go into print. Not on my own novel, but as part of a collaboration with a chap from my village. The aim? To write a novella, no more than 20,000 words, set in and around our village in Somerset. Other than a poem by Wordsworth, called Anecdote for Fathers, there… Continue reading Collaborative Success!
I have a website. I have a blog. I spend my days banging on about writing on twitter. So it may come as a surprise to hear that, to my nearest and dearest at least, I have kept my writing a secret. Why, you ask? Simple: fear. I had been writing seriously for over a… Continue reading Sssshhh, it’s a secret