I want to begin this post by saying that nothing you're about to read in it is even remotely rational. It just isn't. None of these words should be banned, ...
I recently spent over a year of my life ghostwriting Scottish historical romance novels, and if you're wondering how on earth I managed to land a gig like that, well, ...
Over the last few months, I've written several short novels/novellas: Scottish historical romances, Victorian orphan dramas, Amish love stories (yes, really)... you name it. If you're into any of those genres, ...
At the height of its success, my blog attracted over 70,000 readers per month: not enough to make me Internet famous, but just enough to make sure I’d never get…
Today my blog turns 10 years old. (It's also my wedding anniversary, so, you know, happy anniversay, Terry! I'm celebrating by writing a post about my blog, a.k.a. "my OTHER boyfriend"...) (I'm ...
When I was a child, I was obsessed with The Famous Five books, by Enid Blyton. To this day, I cannot drink ginger beer or explore a network of secret underground ...
When I was a little girl, I had two major obsessions in life: 01. Books (Mainly adventure stories of the Famous Five/ Secret Seven / "Lets all have a ripping adventure, ideally involving ...
The Grandmother I inherited my green brooch and my red hair from also liked to write. She didn’t have anything published, but she’d write little stories and poems (often about…
This week, I decided to start writing a book. Yes, again. If you've been reading this blog for many, many years, you may recall that I've been failing to write books ...
I've always kept diaries. Well, I say "always": I obviously didn't come out of the womb shouting, "Quick, someone, get me a piece of paper, I need to write this ...
Remember that novel I was writing? Yeah, it would be good if I'd actually done that, wouldn't it? Why, I could be sitting here with a book deal and an ...
So, I’m writing a novel. God, I know, how tedious of me. Everyone is writing a novel these days. Even Terry has tried it, and, to be perfectly honest, I’d…