I’ve been writing my novel for seven years. I’ve lost count of the number of drafts. … More Almost finished? The Insecurity of writing.
At the merest hint of winter I dig out the casserole dish and throw on the polo neck jumpers. I love cold weather – the perfect excuse to make heart-warming stews and a spicy Chilli. I can’t wait to get the fire going, make a hot chocolate, get my books out and hunker down to wait … More Coming out of Hibernation
Writing a novel is like being devoured by some enveloping disease. It requires you to forget that you have family, a job and a life. It would like you to starve, live in squalor and forget to pick the kids up from school. I’ve had a few months away from the novel, waiting for an … More The All Consuming Task of Writing A Novel
I’ve already talked here about how cemeteries and graveyards start my imagination running, but if I’m really looking for inspiration it’s the big, old, crumbling, Victorian mansion that makes me want to write. And, lucky for me, we’re knee deep in them here in the UK. But the sad truth is that over the last … More Ideas abound in the English Country House