Another novel?

 After I’d spent two years (well actually it was more than that) sweating, tearing my hair out, despairing, I decided that was it. No more. I’d spend the time doing other things. Have some fun! But no, A plan began to form in my brain. Another idea. The bug has returned. Or maybe it never went. Perhaps it was just fooling me and lying dormant. So the hard work starts again….

 

Copy editors, the unsung heroes. (Just Two Weeks has been copy edited)

I’ve just had my novel ‘Just Two Weeks’ copy edited. ‘Oh thanks,’ I said as I handed over the full manuscript. ‘But there won’t be many errors. I must have read it 100 times and I know it so well I probably could recite it all by heart.’ (joke). But no, the copy editor found sentences which would benefit from a changed word. She found missing dialogue marks and commas. There were double spaces which she dutifully deleted. Now there is not one mistake. I reckon copy editors are the unsung heroes of all writing. Where would we be without them?

Short story selected for inclusion in an antholology

Good news!
I’ve just heard that my short story, ‘A Mother’s Love’ has been seleceted for inclusion in an anthology, DARK BARD, published by Indigo Mosaic. A story set around a mother’s journey to visit her son in prison

Prickles on the back of my neck

I’ve been judging a short story competition. When I read a really good story, one that makes the hairs on the back of my neck prickle it is pure delight. I am not going to say how many times this happens – that would give the game away… But out of over 50 submissions I’ve now shortlisted 12. So now for the next stage, the final selection and editing.

This isn’t about writing, this is about TANGO

Last night I went to my first tango class. First the teacher had us stamping to the music, then walking forwards, backwards and sideways in the tango embrace. I discovered that tango is really a kind of walking embrace. I danced the tango for two hours and experienced maybe for five minutes that heightened sensation of the tango meditative state which is talked about and yearned for and which I’ve heard is addictive. Well I am hooked! I’ll be dancing the tango every week from now on…

Aaagh, still not writing. I say blame the builders.

Our new windows look amazing and the builders have gone leaving behind enough debris and dust to give a home to a family of dust termites if there are such creatures. Fantastic windows but I’m no further with my writing…

Picking up the lingo

There is one compensation to having builders rip your house apart. Apart from what I hope will be a brilliant job when all’s finished! Snatched conversations, builder’s lingo – all fodder for writing – have no idea what, but there must be something there…surely?

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The wonders of the rejection letter

Tearing my hair out

Writing is driving me crazy. My Thesaurus is out of reach, stuck behind a box and I’m not that keen on Word version. The boxes are because we’re having new windows put in. Building mayhem…..

Getting closer to finishing my novel

So I’ve now reached chapter 20 of my second (or is third/fourth) draft of my novel  28 Chapters in all. The trick is to keep the pace going while working on the language and plot….