I have an odd problem. A mouse has moved into my car. Yesterday, in an effort to get rid of said mouse, I spent a good portion of my afternoon cleaning my car, vacuuming, taking out all the detritus that had built up since I last cleaned it, which was, let’s be honest here, a… Continue reading The hunt is on…
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When being a creep pays off…
I’m just back from a few days in London. I did the usually Londony things I like to do: museums, cinemas, revelling in the novelty of Starbucks (these don’t exist in deepest, darkest Somerset) But possibly the most enjoyable and valuable solo pursuit was people watching. And note taking. If you were in a Kensington… Continue reading When being a creep pays off…
Looking back, looking forward…
I'm a tad excited. I had the pleasure, this week, of being interviewed by my good friend and mentor, Simon Hall, for a piece on summer schools for none other than Writing Magazine. This is exciting. Hugely so. Not only did Simon think of me when he needed a writer to interview (I kept thinking,… Continue reading Looking back, looking forward…
Murdering, meditating, meandering
I’m pretty evangelistic when it comes to meditation. Not just for healing, but for unleashing your creative potential. I’ve written before about my meditation mind-palace for ironing out plot issues. Recently, however, I’ve been meditating for a slightly different reason. You see, I’ve been killing people this week. Thankfully they’re not technically real, they just… Continue reading Murdering, meditating, meandering
When plans go awry…
In real life, I'm a big planner. I love a plan. I don’t mind if life doesn’t go according to that plan, or if said plan goes, at some point, skewwhiff. So long as there is, in place, a plan of some sort. Writing, on the other hand, is a whole different game. It wasn’t… Continue reading When plans go awry…
Living life to write life
I have a tendency towards the hermetic, especially when I have something of a deadline, or a great idea I want to get down. But sometimes, you really do have to wave your sofa-office goodbye, put some actual, real life clothes on that are not gravy stained or, as is currently the case, your pyjamas,… Continue reading Living life to write life
Kicking my own naivety
We all know that, if we were walk into a bar and have a drink, that that bar, the glass we drink from, the people we speak to, would still be there once our drink has been finished and we’ve left the room. People and places exist outside of our own sphere of existence. I… Continue reading Kicking my own naivety
London therapy…
The rewrites have started in earnest this week. So far (4 days in) they're going well. I'm motivated, super excited, bouncing off the walls with energy... Or I would be if I didn't have a cold. And for that I blame the London Underground. That was the other exciting element of the past week, hot… Continue reading London therapy…
Suck it up…
There is a lot of advice out there about how to take, erm … advice. I like to sum this up in the following mantra: “Take it on the chin and don’t be a dick.” This week said mantra was put to the test, as I received the first fully edited version of my MS… Continue reading Suck it up…
Pit stop
Another week of little writing, and very little daydream. But, rather than lamenting this as I normally would (normally do), I’ve been enjoying it as much as I can. Why? Because it’s half term. The children are home every day, more relaxed and carefree than during term, and the house has been full, busy, noisy.… Continue reading Pit stop
Rebecca Tinnelly 