Part One: To Hull My mum told me over the phone that all you girls (the youngest of us girls, above, will celebrate her 60th birthday in November) were going on exotic holidays this year and she hadn’t been invited. Not only that, it looked like she wouldn’t be having a holiday at all this…
The following isn’t a recipe. Once a fortnight, I visit my writing buddy, Abagail Thorne. We spend the morning working through a writerly course and in the afternoon we critique a piece of each other’s writing, learn a facet of our craft, or depending on whether one of us is close to publication, we check…
My new regime of posting three posts a month has fallen at the first hurdle. Basically, I ran out of time to give each one the attention it deserved. The worst was the Tom Pears, what I’m reading post. It went out before I wrote up the review, my fault entirely. I will leave the…
The Middle-Grade Facebook group I belong to organised a March Middle-Grade Book Promotion, of which I was a part, and from the emails and messages flitting into my inbox, the promotion was a success. It certainly was for me and thank you to everyone who downloaded a copy of Amalie and her perilous journey, and…