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
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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
Running away from the cuts
I never used to run. Hated it, in fact. I could go on but that vile little word sums it up. In a previous life (before children) I was a gym bunny, exercising inside with a calorie counter and air conditioning. Roll on five years and I’m almost evangelical about running, but this transition was… Continue reading Running away from the cuts
Reflections
I had a great piece to write week. I was asked to guest blog for the Winchester Writer’s Festival, reliving my journey from aspiring writer to represented author. Slightly longer than my normal 300-word limit, it let me go all out and appreciate how far I had come, how I have changed and who I… Continue reading Reflections
When discipline writes itself off…
I am normally very self-disciplined. You kind of have to be if you work by yourself in your own house. It’s very tempting to sit in your underwear all day, surfing the internet and eating Wotsits. But you can’t do that. No, no, no. Because A) you will get Wotsits all over your keyboard and… Continue reading When discipline writes itself off…
Coffee, corridors and beautiful places
Some writers favour cafes, some pubs. Perhaps I'm on on the weirder side of the spectrum, becasue I like to go to hospitals. I can’t write narratives as it’s too noisy for that, but I can write plot notes, character ideas, scene settings. I grew up around hospitals. One of my fondest memories is watching my… Continue reading Coffee, corridors and beautiful places
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…
Rebecca Tinnelly 