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

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

I don’t usually read that genre, but…


How much do you read according to genre? I’ve been mulling over this for a while now, and especially recently, when I read Up and In, by Deborah Disney, a novel that’s been on my list for a while. I’d met Deb at a HarperCollins author lunch last year, both of us newbies to the … Continue reading I don’t usually read that genre, but…

What Edinburgh Taught Me


  There are some times in life when the Wheel of Fortune seems to sit you at the top for no particular reason. That was me, up the top there, in late August, at the Edinburgh Book Festival.   There was nothing not to like, and everything to love: Edinburgh’s beauty; the writers’ yurt (a … Continue reading What Edinburgh Taught Me