My fiction feels like a way to prove myself, and that isn’t healthy. The relationship must either change or end.
How the beautiful promise of a published novel narrowed my focus too much.
I’ve got some catching up to do: books to read, a book to write, a new course of study on the horizon…
Autumn is nearly here! After another summer without air conditioning this can only be good news in my house. I’m thinking of having a kind of mini harvest festival to celebrate the turn of the season – something involving apples and a bonfire.
Overall the first months of 2021 have been quite productive, by my standards, with nine chapters of my novel written and lots of research done.
From my year in Europe to the final excruciating days of writing draft two.
In 2003, aged 9, I decided to write a novel. Nearly 20 years later, I’m still working on it. Find out why.