This may sound like quite a bold claim and of course it is. There are many more things that kill creativity, but for me comfort is the biggest one. Picture the scene: a cosy living room, a log fire glowing and warming your toes, your belly full of roast chicken and apple pie and a… Continue reading Comfort: the killer of creativity
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All the fun of the…graveyard
Ooooh I love a graveyard. A bit of nature, a bit of peace and a bit of the BEST people watching ever. And I don’t just mean the living ones. Try this for a creative exercise: take a walk around a graveyard and examine the gravestones. On a good trip you can discover some fabulous… Continue reading All the fun of the…graveyard
A Serious Case of Title Envy
Titles. THE BANE OF MY LIFE. That is, of course, a ridiculous exaggeration born from spending too long on goodreads.com in a green eyed stupor. The Quality of Silence Our Endless Numbered Days The Girl With A Clock for a Heart How do they do it? How do these guys come up with such good… Continue reading A Serious Case of Title Envy
Work Hard. That is all.
I have always admired authors. Scrap that; I bloody love authors, they make up the bulk of my hero list. Take my encounter with Sebastian Faulks this summer, for example. I had planned a whole ream of interesting and intelligent things to say to him. What did I actually say? “Will you sign this for… Continue reading Work Hard. That is all.
Killing my inner prude
I was taught a tough lesson this week: self awareness. It may come as a surprise, but I have a tendency towards prudishness. Whereas it’s true that, after a G&T, I can curse and joke like the dirtiest of sailors, when it comes to writing I turn into Mrs Prudish McGee. I find it difficult… Continue reading Killing my inner prude
The ups and downs of hero worship
Sharon Bolton has written a new book (Little Black Lies: I’ll be posting a review tomorrow by the by) It is very, very good. In fact, it so good I am very much intimidated as I sit here pondering my own work. It is needless to say that, in order to write well, you should… Continue reading The ups and downs of hero worship
How superstitious can you get?
Those who follow me on twitter (@rebeccatinnelly, in case you’re interested) may be familiar with my recent pen struggle. I have a favourite pen. It is a black ball point pen with retractable nib picked up from a hotel lobby in Greece by my parents years and years ago. It is really comfortable to write… Continue reading How superstitious can you get?
Dear confidence, please come back
After last week’s sad mourning over the loss of my first sentence I can now update you all to let you know that I have actually killed off the whole of the first chapter. It has been rewritten and is a lot better. Phew. Where has this flurry of deleting and rewriting come from, you… Continue reading Dear confidence, please come back
R.I.P my darlings
Today I am in mourning. I have killed off my darling of darlings, the one part of my novel I thought I would never change: the first sentence. I have learnt many things about the publishing industry over recent months. The most surprising, and frankly upsetting, lesson learned was that an agent will read… Continue reading R.I.P my darlings
Putting the Win into Winchester
I try to keep these things below 300 words, but I really only need to use one to describe my weekend: Awesome. I have just had the time of my life at the Winchester Writers Festival and enjoyed every minute of it. I hit the road at 5.30am on Saturday and arrived in… Continue reading Putting the Win into Winchester
Rebecca Tinnelly 