So this is a post which I meant to post on Friday. And then I moved it forward a little. 'I'll post it then,' I thought. But then I didn't. Because reasons. So now I'm posting it late. Oh well ... Do you ever have moments of 'Squee!'? I do. And I did last Friday… Continue reading The Proof has come – and I have proof!
In Which I have a Guest
I have a guest. A guest on this blog. This is a very auspicious occasion. Ahem. With me, on this rain-drenched English morning, is Rachel Heffington, author of Anon, Sir, Anon - a cozy murder mystery set in foggy Northamptonshire. Join us as we talk of geckos, plotting and the Dreaded Writer's Block (in no… Continue reading In Which I have a Guest
Recountings: A bone! I have a bone to pick!
Mary Stewart is a favourite of mine. However, I have a bone to pick with her. Oh, and what is below has spoilers. You have been warned. This isn't a review. It's a Recounting. First, the blurb from Goodreads. (One must always have a blurb.) Lovely Vanessa March, two years married and very much in… Continue reading Recountings: A bone! I have a bone to pick!
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Reforming sentences, scratching out words, replacing those words, staring at plot holes, attempting to fix those plot holes, despairing, hoping, enjoying ... and the cycle goes on. Editing. Wonderful, isn't it? I love it. I hate it. I'm a wonderful writer. I am a terrible writer, wallowing in typos and badly formed grammar. That sentence… Continue reading -Edit-
Short Tales from the Book of Me
"Huh?" I said, mouth agape. "Oh, didn't you know?" said Conscience. "You've got buckets of work to do." There was a pause. "And you're reading." --- Pizza. In Italy. In the mountains. In an Irish bar. The house special. As big as a cart-wheel. Delicious. More than delicious. Amazing. Nothing will beat it. An explosion… Continue reading Short Tales from the Book of Me
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