Every day I go to the place where I write. How do I get there? Sometimes it’s easy. Often I have to give myself directions and a downright good talking to …Continue reading “Writing on the other side”
When an idea strikes, do you feel the need to write it down?Continue reading “Scraps”
I like solitude. Even before I needed peace for writing (though, come to think of it, I’ve managed to work with the sound of sanding and drilling going on for the past few years) I liked being on my own: to hear my own thoughts and observe the world and dream, not having to talk (except to myself) or be derailed by someone else’s thought train.
And then you take yourself and your work out in public …
How sweet the reward for a job done. Delicious rhubarb and elderflower sorbet from West Bay.
The job: completing the author questionnaire or A.Q. to go with my forthcoming novel The Chicken Soup Murder.
A long silence on the blogging front usually means much invisible work going on. Continue reading “Contract!”