Tag: writing

  • 14th September 2012

    Little did he know… Last Saturday night, having completed chapter ‘4 from end’ of current adult novel WIP, I got stuck two paragraphs into chapter ‘3 from end’.  I sat up until gone midnight angsting.  In two hours I added one sentence.  I drank two whiskies… you do the maths!  I was getting nowhere so…

  • 7th September 2012

    Every end has a beginning When we started writing our contemporary adult novel in February this year, me and my co-author had quite a clear idea of how the novel would, or could, end, and we had a vague idea of how it would begin.  We knew that our main concern would be the protagonist’s journey.  We knew who the two…

  • 24th August 2012

    Using locations for inspiration ~ a trip down memory lane A year or so ago, I started work on my second novel.  Those of you who have read previous blog posts of mine will know that my first novel sits, alone and forlorn, in a drawer of my rather crammed writing cabinet, the writing cabinet that is…

  • 3rd August 2012

    Stop and Think time Yes, I am at that point, the two thirds of the way through the novel point… or rather, me and my co-writer are.  We started our adult contemporary novel at the end of February this year, so have had five months working away at it.  I had this vague idea in…

  • 13th July 2012

    A Tweet-up in Winchester This blog very nearly didn’t happen. I’ve only missed one since I started writing it just under a year ago.  This week was nearly the second.  It is late Thursday eve. I edited this morning, did a workshop this afternoon, have walked the hound (and our ‘on loan’ hound) have cleaned…

  • 5 July 2012

    Magical Moments As some of my Twitter followers will know, on Sunday I was struggling with the words.  I was trying to work on my work in progress, an adult novel, which currently stands at 57,000 words.  I’m not obsessed with my word count, but I do find it helps if I set targets for…

  • 22nd June 2012

    Cup of tea My Grandma died 7  years ago of cancer.  We were close in that sense of feeling completely comfortable together and being able to share a multitude of things, one of which was a sense of humour, the other being a love of words.  Grandma regularly did the crossword and we always played Scrabble…

  • 15th June 2012

    Head space Mmmm, yes, head space… I’m not sure we writers get a lot of this.  I think that the inside of my head, were the contents to be emptied, would look a bit like a huge pile of lego bricks, but with words on the side, all shapes and colours and in a complete…

  • 8th June 2012

    Weaving Words I’ve often thought about the parallel between sewing and weaving, and writing, but always in relation to writing poetry.  It’s a metaphor that has been used by writers before, as has the technique of quilting, and these metaphors can also apply to life, community and the weaving together of cultures and histories.  The…

  • 18th May 2012

    When the words come undone Just lately, life has got in the way of my words. She has shouldered in and jabbed me with her bony elbows, so that my usual daily word count has become my weekly word count… if I’m lucky!  I would say that this is one of the few negatives of…