I am floating in wonderful in-between land. My first novel is going through the editing mill with my agent and my second is composting in the far-flung corners of my mind. It’s an odd place to be in the writing spectrum. But, a pretty wonderful place at the same time. Daydream, reading, jotting little notes… Continue reading Sitting on my hands, biting the inside of my cheek…
Month: September 2016
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, type those troubles away…
Writing has been something of a saviour lately, during a time that has been both emotionally and actually exhausting (I have given up on my children ever sleeping beyond 5.30AM). I often find it difficult to write when I’m tired, or when there are so many things to juggle in life that my head is… Continue reading Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, type those troubles away…
Melancholy September
It’s September, ALREADY. I can feel the summer leaching away through the gaps in the grass on our lawn. My skin tone is starting to fade to its natural pallid state. School (gulp) starts again on Monday. And perhaps that is the biggest wrench. “Hooray!” One half of me cries, “I get my writing time… Continue reading Melancholy September
Rebecca Tinnelly 