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
Tag: writing
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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
e is for endurance (of the writerly sort)
endurance is ... plopping your bottom down on that seat and staying there till you're done ignoring your bed also ignoring the weight of your eyelids which are. so. heavy. (because you are going to finish this chapter) putting one word in front of the other forcing your brain to cooperate turning your music up… Continue reading e is for endurance (of the writerly sort)
You Don’t Have to Own a Cat
I fled up the garden and into the pottery studio, sat on the lid of a portable toilet and consumed damsons. By the time I had finished praying, pondering and spitting the pips out, Act Three had been hashed out. Sometimes, sitting down and facing a piece of paper or a computer screen just isn't… Continue reading You Don’t Have to Own a Cat
