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Sitting on my hands, biting the inside of my cheek…

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…

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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…

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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

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Ill equipped for nonchalance…

This is my sixth attempt at writing this post, because the previous five have been a tad over the top. I’m so used to battling through bouts of self-doubt that, when I have the opportunity to celebrate and show enthusiasm, I can go a little overboard. I am a very excitable person (from the woman… Continue reading Ill equipped for nonchalance…

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2nd novels, hide and seek and unexpected inspiration…

This week I discovered the best hiding place for hide and seek; tucked up and contorted on the window sill, hidden behind the curtains in my children’s bedroom. It took them ages to find me. AGES. And, whilst holding my breath and keeping as still as possible so as not to give the game away (I'm… Continue reading 2nd novels, hide and seek and unexpected inspiration…

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What do you want from me?

What do you want from me, now? (Mark Owen taking the lead on, well…you can probably guess the title of this particular Take That number.) Anyway… Two separate agents recently advised me that, although they really liked my work, they would want me to change a few key elements to mirror either Gone Girl or… Continue reading What do you want from me?

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The creative leap to happiness

Man, oh man, I forgot how much I love this writing lark. And not just any writing, but shiny new writing. More specifically still, the initial draft of a short story. The buzz of spewing words onto a page and not having to worry if they’re the right words, the perfect words, because it’s a first… Continue reading The creative leap to happiness

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When your head isn’t quite your own

  My fingers are itching to get stuck into something new. Well, not new, per say, but different. I‘m in the somewhat enviable position of already knowing what my second novel will be about. I know the characters, their back-stories and, er, future-stories (Is that a thing? I have either coined a new term or… Continue reading When your head isn’t quite your own

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Being objective when it comes to subjectivity…

There’s been one factor surprising my friends and family more than any other recently and that is the reality of editing a book for agents. I have four editions of my manuscript; the one I use for my initial submission and three others edited in accordance with the advice from the agents I’m currently speaking… Continue reading Being objective when it comes to subjectivity…

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Celebration, pride and a whole lot of tears

The post-Winchester blues have truly set in...but with a slight difference this year. Last June, after my first attendance at the festival, I felt really sad for a few days that it was over, that I was no longer surrounded by all those wonderful writers, teachers, agents, friends. Mainly, it had to be said, because… Continue reading Celebration, pride and a whole lot of tears