Hypocrisy, addiction and excuses.
I hope it’s the thought that counts, because I’ve had so many ideas for blog posts since I last actually wrote one. I had my first experience with a fact…
writer and seeker of school ties
I hope it’s the thought that counts, because I’ve had so many ideas for blog posts since I last actually wrote one. I had my first experience with a fact…
First week of term is over. For all my worries, my eldest has found his way home from secondary school, done his first piece of homework without fuss and not…
Decades after leaving school, September is still my favourite time of year. It means crisp air, clean skies, oversized uniform and the intention my homework will always be beautifully presented…
This Tuesday, I took my children to our local country park. Unless it’s the sort of thing that requires Tesco vouchers (Longleat, Legoland…that sort of thing) it’s a rare day…
I think I’m confusing feature-writing with reporting from a war-zone. The Friday before last, I had an hour before school pick-up. It’s a twenty minute journey from home to Central…
Agents and publishers are deluged with submissions from people like me who think they can write a novel. Out of hundreds, even thousands a year, they usually choose one or…
I’m in a grateful mood today. Grateful I could find a parking spot near enough the library, for the sunshine, and for Scrivener. I’ll have lost most people with the…
I’m writing an article on the Bournemouth Marathon Festival, which involves a few interviews. My husband says I’m just drinking coffee for a living, but he’s forgetting the nosy questions…