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…
This is Samson as he is now, a happy three-year-old miniature pony, who could be a Shetland, Falabella, or a cross of the two, and we’ll never know, but that doesn’t stop us from guessing. He now lives in liberty with two other horses who are, um, slightly bigger than him, but don’t let that…