All’s well that ends well.
It wasn’t an easy week: high school children at home during the time I’d set aside to prepare for the holidays; the worry my fifteen-year-old would be self-isolating on his…
In which I consider the idea I wasn’t as miserable at university as I remember.
I am having a whale of a time visiting family (on my own!) in the North. I will not feel guilty. Even though the secondary school has gone online because…
Less nagging, more creative space.
I’m sitting in Starbucks. This feels like a distinct lack of solidarity as poor Rachel, business and writing partner with whom I used to come here, is self-isolating. But I…
Winchester, new experiences and playing mother-in-law to a character I don’t like.
I remember my dream from last night, which doesn’t happen much. Do other people feel the need to match the dredgings of their subconscious with the events/ television of the…
Checklist for unsticking my novel.
I’m making progress with my book. More importantly, I’m getting better at working through road blocks systematically. You’d think this would have happened several years ago, but no, the same…
The Duke and my opinions on Bridgerton.
Picture Credit: USA Today I write this sitting in bed to work. (We call it “doing a Churchill.) I’m not usually given to such self-indulgence, but I had a bad…
Signing in the Waldenbooks.
Too tired to write more than a sentence, but this made me laugh and I hope you enjoy it too:
Guessing the murderer and timeline overwhelm.
Give me a few episodes of a crime drama and I have a ninety, ninety-five percent chance of guessing the perpetrator from then on. Unfortunately, this has nothing to do…
