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Weightlifting for weedy writers

I have printed out my first draft of novel #2, and it comes to nearly 500 pages,[…]

Research wasn’t like this when I was a lass

Today I am feeling a little Lazarus-like thanks to antibiotics. But still happily confined to bed, where[…]

Lazy old bag

What do writers and women of the night have in common? Prostitution, you may say**. But we[…]

Thoughts about process

I have spent the last couple of days catching up on admin and reading, trying to flush[…]

Finito!

I have finished the first draft of novel#2. While Old Man and Littleson were out at the[…]

A lovely package

I am in Kemptown, having coffee with my good friend Emma on a Saturday morning, when Littleson[…]

Nearing the end

I am so close to the end of first draft – and I am so enjoying writing[…]

Pink suitcases everywhere

Agent Simon saw this today: He says: “Wherever I go in London this bloody case is following[…]

So this is how it happens

Today, after a fruitless day yesterday where I wrote myself into a dark hole, (including some inappropriate[…]

How on earth does it happen?

Putting off the getting up moment this morning, Old Man and I had a writerly discussion in[…]

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