Doodling


I’m hoping to learn, or allow myself, to draw with no judgement, no purpose but to play, to let loose that young child with the fat paintbrush. No, to be honest, I do have a purpose, but a wide-ranging one: to encourage right brain creativity, which will, I hope, allow my writing to be more easily set free from my thinking, controlling brain.

Location, Location, Location


It is a truth universally acknowledged that a writer, embarking on a new novel, must be in want need of a fieldtrip. And so, at the end of last year, I headed off to …. the UK, of course! But we writers can be secretive creatures, so I’m not going to tell you too much … Continue reading Location, Location, Location

Gargoyles


I love gargoyles, and when I was travelling around England and in Paris, I took lots of photos of them. Little did I know then that one of them would insinuate its way into my novel.   At the base of the roof was an army of gargoyles, stone-grown and weather-worn, each one distinct, all … Continue reading Gargoyles

Launching … again


After three years alone with my words, they were now between two glorious covers and about to be set free into the world. I was nervous and excited, wanting to share my novel with readers; doubting it; wanting to hold onto it, work on it a bit more. I loved my characters and the story, … Continue reading Launching … again

In search of the last word


As the harbour is welcome to the sailor, so is the last line to the scribe. These are the words of a scribe, and even though it’s centuries since that line was written, my sentiments are the same. Sort of. Scribes generally copied the words of others, so their work was done when the ink … Continue reading In search of the last word

Blink. Bloody Couch


Do you remember the ‘Doctor Who’ episode called ‘Blink’? The one where angels prey upon humans but turn to stone the moment they are looked upon — so the only way to prevent them killing is not to blink. As soon as a person shuts their eyes, the angels move, incredibly quickly — though of … Continue reading Blink. Bloody Couch