
There’s nothing quite like spending a whole day writing, only to discover that most of what you wrote sucks. What makes it worse is when you realise it’s your own damn fault! Continue reading

There’s nothing quite like spending a whole day writing, only to discover that most of what you wrote sucks. What makes it worse is when you realise it’s your own damn fault! Continue reading

If you think I’m above posting cute cat pictures in an effort to get likes and followers, you’d be wrong. This is my gorgeous girl, Evey, drinking her bird soup.
This month I have packed up my pencils and set off online to Camp NaNoWriMo. Labelled as “an idyllic writers retreat smack-dab in the middle of your crazy life”, my friend Kit Fletcher and I are working together in our private cabin (cool girls only, of course) aptly named “Let’s Do This Sh*t”. Kit is still trying to work out if I meant “shot” or “shut”, but she’ll figure it out one day after her kids have grown up and she’s allowed to swear again. Continue reading
A friend sent me this image of a painting by Lucia Heffernan. After I had finished laughing, I printed it out and put it on my wall. Not because it matched my décor; not because I needed more cat pictures in my study; but because I suddenly saw the profoundness of it.
