Each year I find myself asking: to NaNo or not to NaNo? For the uninitiated, NaNo is short hand for NaNoWriMo – which is itself short for ‘National Novel Writing Month’. Although it is now an international endeavour, making the ‘national’ bit rather irrelevant, it is an event that requires you to, well, write a… Continue reading NaNoWriMo 2015?
Hello It feels like an actual age since I last did an entry on here that was not a scheduled post. I suppose it is important at the moment to keep my hand in with writing as it is forming part of my ‘therapy’. More on that later. I’ve revamped the blog’s style a tad… Continue reading Keeping Going
I’ve published a book! An actually book! It has pages and a cover and words in it and everything! It sort of feels like hypocrisy really... is it? I mean yes, I have been published (woot!), but has that now gone against my ideals of writing for love than money? I’ve said before that writing… Continue reading Book Published!
I have WON NaNoWriMo 2012 - if you follow me on twitter, you would have noticed me going on about it all the blummin time 😀 Here is the synopsis I posted with my NaNoWriMo story: 'Every Other Thought' Life - dull and joyless as it is - seems to be going to pieces for… Continue reading Victory! NaNoWriMo 2012
I’ve had a headache all weekend long. The weekend before that, I was recovering from a virus that wiped out half the people I work with. The weekend before that I was very ill indeed with said virus. This all leads to the awful fact that I do not have time to do much writing.… Continue reading Fighting On
This weekend, my husband and I decided to move about some furniture. Being terminally strapped for cash, our free alternative to redecorating is often a bit of a jiggle about with what we have. Yesterday, we moved the desk that was living in the junk room downstairs to where the fridge was, moved the fridge… Continue reading A Room of Ones Own
Now, to be honest, I’m not someone who gets either embarrassed easily (having three kids and a host of Doctors and nurses prodding you in unthinkable places before, during and after birthing will do that to a person). Nor am I squeamish. I like to think I’ve lived a little. I’ve almost died twice too.… Continue reading Toe-Curlingly Embarrassing Stuff