I am currently tucked up in bed, recuperating from an op (nothing too gruesome or deserving of sympathy) I tried not to whoop when told I’d need to have a fortnight off work. I love my job but…. I thought of all the writing I’d be able to do whilst munching chocolate under the duvet.… Continue reading Enforced captivity
Sometimes it’s hard to keep motivated. The weather is dreary outside, and although I usually embrace the fresh air and inspiration I get from taking the dog out, he has lately taken to swimming off down the river, getting out on the opposite bank and then running off to a better launching pad to do it all… Continue reading January Blues
Been awake since 5am. Combination of faulty batteries in my body clock, beginnings of a Christmas cold (tis the season to be grotty), and husband hogging whole of the duvet. Having been given advice to ‘get up early & write whilst still in that semi-dream like state & before most of the world starts’, here… Continue reading Up with the lark…and the dog…and the cats
I’ve been in mourning since my six week old laptop choked on its cup of tea. ‘A life cut short’ I wept, & went back to getting ink all over my fingers again, just like the old days. Today, the black veil is back in the wardrobe because the delivery man brought me the replacement courtesy of the… Continue reading Tea stopped play..
For those of you reading this with a drink on your desk, read on. I gave my laptop a cup of tea yesterday-it was not the least bit grateful & is now in intensive care (well, the airing cupboard, upside down.) It is critical and anything but stable. Last rites have been read, insurance company… Continue reading Time for tea
I’ve been so busy keeping up with my writing course (Creative Writing – Futurelearn) in the past month, that I have struggled to find time to just write new stories, poems etc. So, I’ve decided to timetable my week, rather than doing both badly. It’s either going to be a coursework morning or a sitting in my… Continue reading #Amwriting
I met up with a friend of mine today who doesn’t view writing as a self-indulgent or weird thing to do. She writes historical fiction, something I don’t normally read or watch. She’d asked me to look over her first draft of a new novel and it has been really good to be out of my comfort… Continue reading Meeting Up With Writers