I had a lovely morning yesterday, which was the perfect distraction from all of the suspense of waiting to see if the two agents who are currently considering my manuscript like it enough to work with me. Every term, the Bristol chapter of the Teachers as Writers group, run in conjunction with the National Writing… Continue reading A visit to the Georgian House in Bristol
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Procrastination, Poldark and other pretty things…
This week I'm in the interesting, yet nail-biting position of waiting for two agents to finish reading the full manuscript of Far From the Tree, having had two requests for a full within a week of one another. Needless to say, this is all enormously exciting, and, whatever the outcome of those calls, I feel very fortunate… Continue reading Procrastination, Poldark and other pretty things…
The rise of the ‘Alpha Wave’; is Mr Darcy coming back?
I had an interesting conversation with a friend this week about men. More specifically, fictional men, and what we really want in a made up male character. Now, those of you who are regular readers of this blog will know that I have a bit of a fascination for romantic heroes, but this conversation got… Continue reading The rise of the ‘Alpha Wave’; is Mr Darcy coming back?
Jonathan Carter – reforming cad, wheeler dealer, hopeless flirt and ‘spare’.
While submitting Far From the Tree to agents, I am currently trying to take my mind off the process by continuing to write the next book in the series, Sweeter than Cider. This has led me up some interesting alleyways, down some intriguing garden paths and introduced me to a whole new set of possibilities for giving the… Continue reading Jonathan Carter – reforming cad, wheeler dealer, hopeless flirt and ‘spare’.
Bubbling excitement and frustration
One of the things that I've never been good at is waiting. I tend to be an all-or-nothing kind of girl, and patience has never been a virtue. As a result, what tends to happen is I hurl myself into new things with great gusto, break stuff, fix it, have another go and then get… Continue reading Bubbling excitement and frustration
And so, once again, we’re into farcical chick-lit territory…
You know those novels by wonderful writers like Catherine Alliott, Victoria Connelly and Katie Fforde? Those ones with the heroines who find themselves ultimately with the happily ever after they need, but who struggle through traumas of both dramatic and farcical proportions before they get there? One of the most recent ones I've read is… Continue reading And so, once again, we’re into farcical chick-lit territory…
The waiting game…
Just in case last night's post freaked out any of my regular readers (smutty writing about politicians and Top Gear presenters? Why would that worry anyone?? 😉 ), I thought I'd return to more recognisable form tonight and talk about how the submissions process is going for Far From the Tree. I started submitting the manuscript… Continue reading The waiting game…
Art imitating life imitating farce…
When people find out I've written a novel, one of the first questions I always get asked is 'have you put anyone you know in it?'. I gather this is a pretty common question to ask a writer, and the usual response, from everything I've read and many people I've talked to, is to laugh… Continue reading Art imitating life imitating farce…
Life imitating art…a night out at The Pantry
Last Friday my husband and I were fortunate enough to be able to secure a couple of hours to ourselves, courtesy of my mum, who agreed to the not inconsiderable task of babysitting my two girls and Bertie the seven month old Weimaraner puppy. I say not inconsiderable task, because we had a table booked… Continue reading Life imitating art…a night out at The Pantry
Prizes and positives…
Since I finished the last round of edits on Far From the Tree, I've been entering the odd few thousand words of it, usually the the first three chapters, into writing competitions to see how it gets on. In fact, it was the feedback from the Florida Romance Writers' Association back in November that made me realise… Continue reading Prizes and positives…
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