I brought forty-six books home with me. And a pair of glorious heels and five packs of sweets, but ... forty-six books ... I feel like a proper bookworm. The check-in luggage weight limit was 23kg. I made it 22.8kg. I high-fived the check-in bloke and did not gush about Travel Panic, The Lift My… Continue reading // home again
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// adieu and farewell
One of the advantages of having a vivid imagination is that writing can be such fun; you're never quite sure what will happen next in a story. But the disadvantages? Ah. Yes. Those. By the time this post will be live, I will probably be on my way to America. Probably. Remember that 'vivid imagination'… Continue reading // adieu and farewell
An Accidental Publishing
A year ago, I travelled to America and wrote a book, amongst many other things (sort-of-fainting, firefly spottings, book bingeing, wearing a polka dot dress with blue tights and red shoes - you know, the usual). Inspired by Mystic Seaport, several friends and I sat around a table and concocted a plot. It was going… Continue reading An Accidental Publishing
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