Letting a Character Move In(to your head)

I write, as you know.  For me, I write therefore I am. I write professionally in fits and starts these days, but most of my work is for my own enjoyment. One of the many complicated side effects of being a long-term writer, is living with the characters. I share my head with a varied…

Review: Together Apart by Natalie K Martin

(Pls note this review contains a trigger warning at the bottom. The review itself does not contain a trigger). Adam somehow got it wrong. Whilst on holiday, he impulsively proposed to the girl he is madly in love with – only for her to not only turn him down, but insist the relationship ends. Adam…

Review: Our Endless Numbered Days by Claire Fuller

Peggy Hillcoat is an average eight year old girl in 1976. She likes Sugar Puffs, climbing trees, listening to the Railway Children album and hanging out with her friend from school, Becky. At home though, there is something not quite right going on. Her mother is a celebrated German pianist, Ute Bischoff, who scandalously married…

Fighting On

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….

Toe-Curlingly Embarrassing Stuff

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….

Such a Wastral

I’m such a wastral right now. Is that even a word? Wastral. It is now. It means wasting something. And I have. Time. I need to get some writing done, but I keep getting the feeling that I’m chipping away at the same bit of the rock face. You know? Going over the same bit…