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I am delighted to be able to write guest posts for some brilliant blogs. Check out the latest selection:

 

Let's Talk About Sex Baby

Look, I’m not a prude.  I have a particularly smutty sense of humour that can get me in trouble in the wrong setting.  I have to remind myself there are certain situations where cackling at an innocent double entendre or faux pas is definitely NOT ON.  And I love Sarah Millican, a softly-spoken, Northern comedienne who delights in shocking her audience with a bit of filth.  But all my liberal, broad-mindedness floats out of the window when it comes to sitting down and writing a naughty bit in my book.[...]

Read more at The Word Runs Through It


Editing - Brutal Cuts Make Good Reading

People, I have vertigo.  If you haven’t already picked up on it, I’m writing a novel right now.  It’s unusual for me, to write a novel.  I tend to focus on short stories, getting a lot of satisfaction from putting together a snapshot of a moment a character (or characters’ lives) in about 2000 words.  Last week the first draft of my novel broke through the 80,000 mark.  I can’t quite believe it myself. 80,000 bloody words – how did that happen?

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The Word Runs Through It


What's in a Name

So says tragic Juliet, as she considers her attraction to Romeo, that bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks.  Of course, he came from the wrong family and the young, star-crossed lovers paid the price (incidentally, I can’t think of Romeo and Juliet without remembering my son – age 6 – practicing his lines as a member of the Capulet mob for a school play).  But I digress.  In this post, I’m going to explore the superficial meaning of Shakespeare’s line and consider what it means for your characters – in other words, does the choice of a character’s name affect how the reader perceives him?

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The Word Runs Through It


 A Space of One's Own

We’re just back from a lovely, hot week in France – batteries recharged, skin slightly crisp, clothes smelling of sun-tan lotion and chlorine.  It was glorious.  We loved it, the kids loved it, and there are still four weeks to go of the summer holidays.

But what stands out as the highlight for me – more than the cheese, the garlic sausage, the eclectic and fascinating Sunday markets – is the caravan.  Yes, the caravan.  We stayed on a camping/caravan site in Northern France, surrounded by pine trees, built into the grounds of an old chateau.  It was as Romantic as you can imagine (Romantic in the gothic, at-one-with-nature sense), and I loved it.

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The Word Runs Through It




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